#Chapter 71: Twisting the knife

Fiona I resisted the temptation to pull the shades down over my office windows after I closed myself inside. It did me no use to cry anymore, no matter how badly I was hurting. Baron and Alexander had just made a huge, embarrassing scene in my workplace, for all of my coworkers to see. I had worked so hard on my professional image in this office for months. Now, in less than half an hour, my ex- and current fiancés showed up uninvited and blew it to pieces. It felt surreal, too bizarre and horrible to have actually happened. But I could still feel Alexander’s touch on me and smell his scent on my skin. His horrible, shocking words had sliced into me like a sharp knife. What vicious, cruel things he said. And in such an intimate moment. A growing pain in my chest felt, undeniably, like my heart was breaking. It hurt to breathe. I had never expected to find romantic love in my life, not any kind. I was a child when I accepted and internalized my fate, that I would