Chapter 81

Tears blind me as the elevator hits the ground floor, and I take a moment to compose myself entirely. Using the backs of my hands to stem the tears and blot my face without smearing it more. Trying to use the reflection of the chrome doors to clean myself up, wipe my liner and mascara from under my eyes, and hide the mess on the black part of my dress. I have always been good at a quick recovery and manage to bring myself to be calm and presentable in mere minutes of deep breaths and gulps. Shaking myself, pushing the pain into a deep dark hole that turns my body icy and my heart numb. Hysteria is drying up as logic boots me in the arse.

You should have seen this coming, Camilla. You should have never believed in him.

I make my way through the hall, head down to avoid security, taking a good look, and am glad Jackson isn’t milling around here. He has a day off. I slide into the central part of the club, crowded with staff doing the daily prep for tonight, and I’m aware o