Chapter 25

ROMAN

To say I was exhausted would be an understatement.

I found myself rethinking every decision I took that led me to this point. On the opposite side of Bertha, on the receiving end of my mother's constant plotting and my father's usual silence.

I never once expected him to speak up for me, or tell my mother it was none of her fucking business if I decided to have kids with Amelia or not.

Which will never happen.

I was exhausted by how slowly the investigation was going, I wanted to know who it was that tailed my car a few weeks ago and why.

I feared what I would find yet I was eager to get to the bottom of it.

No one has asked how I'm doing…all they speak about is how difficult my decisions make things for them and how they have better ways of tackling the situation.

If they can all run it so perfectly, then why the fuck have I spent five years of my life slaving away for them? For this fucking company?

Not even Bertha has tried to find out how hard it has been for