Freya's p.o.v

From the receptionist at the lobby, to the inside of my office were countless gazes. Some of them whose eyes were glaring coldly at me hissed as soon as my gaze met theirs. Others could only stare as I sauntered and those who weren't seemed to be murmurings into each other's ears.

What the hell is going on? My makeup isn't ruined, is it?

Concerned for myself, I quickly adjusted the shades I was wearing to conceal my bruises—the one Damian was kind enough to give me in replace for Junior's upcoming birthday.

I was literally locked up by Damian for hours after that unfaithful occurrence. I had...