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My stomach plummets, and my hands begin to shake as I take the next object out of the box. It’s another contract.
‘Termination of contract.
This contract is to state that Camila Wilder will no longer be employed at Diamond Lounge. All remaining payments shall be made in full, and the former employee shall be granted a lifetime salary of five thousand pounds per month.
Signed by Xander Warren.
Signed by…’
My breaths come hollow. All noises around me muffle out.
I take in all the objects spread out around me. My vision is hazy, but I can still see them clearly. There’s no mistaking what I just found.
The pictures. My car. Termination of contract.
The green.
It all makes so much fucking sense now.
My stomach churns with nausea. It feels like my entire world has just come crashing around me.
Xander was never interested in me.
He was interested in controlling me. I should’ve seen the fucking signs from a mile away. I did. But my fragile mind wanted to believe he was different.
I catch a glimpse of my eyes in the window behind the bed.
Green.
The dress he brought me.
Fucking green.
A swirl of emotions muddles in my brain.
Confusion takes hold of me.
How could I have been so blind to it all? Why did I believe for one second that someone finally might be on my team? Love me, right?
“Angel?”
Everything turns to ice.
My heart, my body, my soul.
“Do not call me that.”
“What is it?”
I stand from the bed, immediately whirling towards him.
His body still glistens from the shower; a towel is wrapped around his waist. He throws his hands up to the sides, carefully watching me.
He glances towards the bed, and his entire face morphs into what can only be described as ‘oh, shit’.
“Angel, let me—”
“No,” I growl, slowly inching my way around him to get to the door. My heart is pounding out of my chest, and I can barely feel my body.
