POV: Naomi
The walk toward Tristan’s office felt like I was walking down an endless tunnel.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
My chest rose unevenly as I walked behind him through the quiet hallway, and somehow the closer I got to the office door, the harder it became to breathe.
It felt like the door kept moving further away from me no matter how much I walked.
My palms felt cold.
My legs were weak.
And deep down…
I already knew.
That the moment I stepped into that office—
There would be no escaping anymore.
God.
Eleanor was a b***h.
Yes.
I said what I said.
That woman was a sly fox.
The moment she apologized to me at the dinner table in front of everyone, I knew she was planning something.
I just didn’t know what.
But now?
Now I understood perfectly.
Still…
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