Chapter 37 Facing Him in My Worst Moment

I had just been forced down by Foreman Fisher, and my back ached so badly that standing up took every ounce of strength. As I rose, I saw Dominic Hawthorne standing outside the stall—his reflection staring back at me from the mirror. Though I'd seen him once before at the hotel entrance, I hadn't gotten a proper look at his face. This was the first time since my release that I truly faced him. He wore a black suit, unchanged from over a year ago. And me? In the mirror, I saw my own reflection—hair drenched and clinging to my cheeks, makeup smeared, clothes stained with construction dust. I'd imagined we might meet again. But never like this—never when I was so broken, so utterly defeated. Dominic studied my reflection, a cold, mocking smirk curling one side of his lips. "Lydia Fairchild, after all this time, I never thought you'd become such a good-for-nothing." Good-for-nothing? Hah. I once had a brilliant future—only to be dragged into a proxy marriage, then framed and thrown into pr