Page 62 of Fierce Secrets

The silence that fell as I walked in told me everything. Eyes followed me to my desk, and Chantelle, my closest work friend, appeared almost immediately.

"Is it true?" she whispered. "About Logan cheating? And being in the hospital?"

Sickness swam in my gut now, and I glanced around the open office area as I gathered my things. All these people who'd congratulated me on my engagement, who'd listened to me talk about wedding plans – now they'd know the truth.

"I need to talk to Greg," I said, heading for my boss's office. "I'm not feeling well after the incident downstairs. I should go home."

"Oh, right." She didn't say anything else as I headed straight for my boss's office, ignoring the eyes on me.

Thankfully, Greg was understanding and let me head out.

I met Roman by the elevator, where he was waiting like promised.

"Where would you like to go?" he asked once we'd stepped inside.

I sighed, letting my shoulders sag after the chaos of the day.

The question held more weight than it should have.

"All my stuff's in Lincoln Park now, right?" I finally asked, remembering Gray's text about moving everything. The thought of my life packed away in boxes made my chest tight.

"Yes, but Mr. Cassaro is occupied at the moment."

"Do you have a key?"

Roman nodded, already understanding where this was going.

"I want to get some things," I said. "Before heading back to Sofia's."

"Of course."

"Did you find anything on that man?" I asked, but he shook his head.

"We have someone going over the footage now. Mr. Donati has been made aware of the situation, we will get this sorted. You've had quite a day."

"Tell me about it," I muttered as I shot Sof a text saying I'd fill her in on the interesting office stuff once I was back at hers. If Ieven hinted at what had happened, I knew she'd be calling, and right now, I just wanted to deal with it all on my own.

The new place was modern,all pristine with large windows that let in streams of winter sunlight. Roman stayed outside at my request, though the tight set of his jaw told me he wasn't happy about it. Cardboard boxes filled the main living area like a cardboard maze, all still sealed with packing tape and untouched. It was evident someone had just dumped them here, the intention to unpack unclear. Gray was someone who was either on the ball immediately, or he'd take forever to do it if it wasn't deemed important.

I guessed unpacking was not important right now.

Gray. Thinking of him had my emotions in a knotted ball. He'd killed our father for me. Knowing him, that had been difficult for him to come to terms with as well. And Leo had said he'd never killed since then, so that was something, right?

Still, he'd lied to me, hidden it from me all these years. I wasn't sure if I could forgive him for that. Not yet anyway.

In what was clearly meant to be my room, I found my belongings neatly boxed and labeled in Gray's precise handwriting: 'Mer's Books', 'Winter Clothes', 'Photos'.

So he'd gone and collected my things himself. Either that or he'd sent people to do it. How had they known what was mine? Had anyone been home at the time? Gray did have a spare key from me for emergencies, although I wondered if he'd ever thought he'd need it for this.

I dug through the clothes boxes, not surprised at how they were just tossed in. At least care had been taken with my more breakable things at least, although I did also notice some extrathings inside my 'Things' box that weren't mine. Like the fancy gaming headset and keyboard I'd bought Logan for Christmas, or the expensive bottle of wine I'd gotten on our anniversary, saying we'd pop it on our wedding day.

I scoffed, knowing they were both things Gray had known about, and my heart warmed. He'd snatched those things up deliberately most likely, as his own way of saying 'fuck you' to the man who'd broken my heart.

I sighed as I stared at the bottle of wine, my stomach roiling at the thought of alcohol. But I was definitely taking it back to Sof's. We'd pop it on a better day to celebrate the end of that relationship.

I was about to close up that box when something caught my eye, and I pulled out the ring box. I frowned, disbelieving it, but sure enough, inside was Logan's engagement ring I'd bought him.

I pulled out my phone, firing off a text to Gray, wondering how he'd obtained it. I wasn't ready to talk to him, not fully, but maybe we'd start with baby steps while I figured out how I felt.

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