Chapter 129

Mason's POV

We get back to the house, and I carry her up the stairs, cradled carefully in my arms. She doesn’t stir, not once, not even when I push open the door to the room she’s been sleeping in and ease her down onto the bed. She’s completely out, and honestly, I’m glad for it. She needs the rest. The stillness. The space.

She needed it even before all this, after the weekend that ripped her open and left her raw and bruised.

She should’ve stayed here, grounded herself in something safe before facing Mark. But she didn’t, and now she’s carrying too much. Finding out she was never free, not really. That Mark had been selling her, betraying her, lying to her face while sleeping around behind her back. That he filmed it. That he kept evidence. That he still thought she belonged to him.

Then there’s Theo.