Camilla's POV
I left Vincent's penthouse furious.
The elevator ride felt interminable. I stood in it and watched the floor numbers descend, keeping my face composed through sheer effort. All I wanted to do was bang my head repeatedly till I get my way but I would be checked into the asylum faster than I can say, ‘wow,’. By the time I reached the underground garage and got into my car, I had nothing left to perform for.
I slammed my hand against the steering wheel. The sound filled the interior and I didn't care.
Weeks of careful management, and everything was coming apart. Vincent no longer trusted me, I could tell from how he looked at me, nothing like the confused, grateful man I'd had access to in those first days after the hospital. His mother was in the penthouse watching every
