[Elena's POV]

I locked the heavy stall door of the VIP restroom.

I slumped back against the cold tile wall and covered my mouth with both hands. I tried to hold it in, but a harsh, broken sob tore out of my throat.

Tears completely flooded my eyes, ruining my expensive makeup.

I was so incredibly stupid.

I thought the hospital visits were real.

I thought the quiet dinners were real.

I actually believed a ruthless mob boss like Noah Marlowe was capable of changing for me.

I put my life on the ...