MARYLYN’S POV

The merciless cold air outside slapped me hard like a thick, cold blanket.It was already night, a night that did not feel like it would bring any peace. Everything seemed to shrink between Vincent and me. Even the air between us seemed limited as we stood in the grand entrance—Vincent pacing like a caged beast, and I, I was standing still like ice carved in the shape of a woman.

It was the shock of the transformation that bitch had gone through that made my mind spin. I mean, what a drastic transformation!

Just days prior, she was still a nobody. A stinking pest. A helpless, worthless whore...