Mirella’s POV

My chest felt unbearably heavy as I hurried back toward the elevator after they took him away. By the time I reached our floor, my vision was already blurred with tears. I kept blinking back. My fingers trembled as I swiped the keycard and pushed the suite door open.

A part of me whispered that I should feel relieved… maybe even glad. After what he did to me last night, the humiliation, the fear, the helplessness, I should have felt free watching him being dragged away.

But ...