WILLIAMS’ POV

I stood there, frozen in shock, as the door slammed shut behind Monica. The silence was deafening, and my mind reeled with the weight of our argument. It felt like a storm had ripped through the penthouse, leaving behind a desolate landscape of shattered promises and wounded hearts.

One minute we were reconnecting, the fragile threads of trust weaving back together. The next, I'd managed to unravel them all with my clumsy attempts at fidelity. Shame burned a hole in my gut.

I took a shuddering breath, willing myself to move. I had to go after her, explain. But as I lurched towards the door, a horrifying thought...