Tamara’s POV

I couldn’t breathe.

I stood in the middle of my bedroom staring at the television screen, but I wasn’t really seeing it anymore.

All I could see was Natalie’s face.

Calm.

Composed.

Untouchable.

The woman had stood in front of an entire boardroom and destroyed everything I’d spent years protecting with a few folders and a fucking video.

My hands started shaking.

“No.”

The word came out of my mouth so quietly that even I barely heard it.

I pressed the remote so hard against my palm that the plastic dug into my skin.

“No, no, no…”

I switched the television off.

The room went silent.

For three...