Chapter 140. I’ve Lost

June POV

I exhale deeply, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. My palms are damp, knees brushing together under the desk as if I could hide the tremor in them.

Natalya rises from her seat, her heels clicking lightly against the marble floor. She walks toward me—graceful, elegant, terrifying—and places her manicured hands on my shoulders.

“I get it,” she says softly. “Hermes is handsome. He’s kind. But he’s also a playboy—a full-time one.”

Her tone is almost pitying, like she’s consoling a foolish little girl.

My throat tightens. I swallow hard, unsure what to say, unsure what to believe.

Hermes had changed. I’d seen it—felt it. The way he looked at me, the way he said things he didn’t mean to say. The man I saw these past weeks wasn’t a playboy. But maybe I’m just another fool on a list of women who thought the same.

Natalya sighs, staring at her nails as she sits on the edge of her desk, legs crossed. “There are so many places I bet