Chapter 89

Chloe’s POV

By the time I got home, my body finally gave up pretending it was okay.

The adrenaline that had carried me through the boardroom drained all at once, leaving behind a hollow, aching exhaustion. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, closing my eyes, breathing slowly until the room stopped spinning.

I had gone.

I had sat there alone.

I had answered every question.

And I survived it.

But survival didn’t feel like victory. It felt like barely standing after a storm, unsure whether another wave was already on its way.

I pushed myself off the door and walked into the living room, dropping my bag on the couch. My hands were still trembling slightly. I pressed my palms together, grounding myself, reminding my body that the danger was over. For now.

They hadn’t broken me.

They had tried, though. Over and over. Same questions dressed in different words. Same looks of doubt. Same hunger for a confession I