Regina locked herself inside the restroom and braced both palms against the marble sink, chest heaving like she’d just outrun death itself.
"What the f**k do I do?" The question looped in her head, vicious and loud.
The mirror stared back at her with cruel honesty...eyes wide, lips pale, spine stiff with terror. She barely recognized the woman reflected there. This wasn’t the girl who used to cry quietly into pillows so no one would hear.
This was a woman standing in the restroom of a billionaire auction house, dressed like old money, escorted by a man powerful enough to freeze rooms with a glance.
And that scared her more than Bret ever did.
Daniel’s voice echoed in her head. "Does that mean you’d get buried alongside him?"
Her stomach twisted violently.
Buried.
Not divorced or d
