Serena's Pov
I swirled slowly, the air had swelled and I drowned in it. The rumble of his voice pulled at something raw inside of me, something I'd buried too deep away and swore to never touch again.
Dominic stood in front of me. Eyes reddened, shoulders sagging and betrayal emanating from all parts of him. For a moment, I remembered nothing of the lines I'd repeated a hundred times in my head. The lines from the script. The cold resolve. I remembered that this moment I was meant to celebrate my triumph. But nothing in this moment tasted like triumph.
It tasted like defeat. Not his.
Mine.
The fury in his look wasn't the kind I'd ever seen in boardrooms or in the middle of the night debates. It wasn't even fury, not really. It was devastation—pure and unadulterated. A kind of grief I
