I shudder as I storm down the hallway, not able to get away from Dallas fast enough. He’s a vile, disgusting man. And as much as I wanted to show my strength, that I’m Enzo’s equal, I was happy to have Enzo deal with the wretched man by himself.
Enzo—my fake husband.
I thought we were done with the lies, but at least this time, I’m in on the lie. Everyone else is left seeking the truth.
The ring feels heavy on my finger. The metal frosting against my cold skin as if molding to the temperature of my body.
The ring could ensure my future, even if I lose.
But I won’t accept it. I don’t need money to survive. To flourish. Not even to live.
I may forever hold hatred and pain for Enzo, but I won’t cause Enzo the same pain. I might hurt him, but not by taking the only thing left that
