Felicity’s POV

It had been a month since that awful confrontation in the hallway. A month of biting my tongue, of pretending to smile through the storm. A month of keeping my secret tucked neatly between the shadows, where Theron’s piercing eyes could not reach.

But still—I did not stop. I couldn’t. Marcus was the only light that cut through the suffocating darkness of my marriage. With him, I felt like more than a caged body, more than the empty shell Theron reduced me to. So I ...