ELLA.
I had just stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air brushing against my damp skin as droplets of water trailed slowly down my face and neck. My hair clung lightly to my shoulders, still wet, still dripping faintly onto the floor.
For a moment, I just stood there, doing nothing but trying to breathe, trying to think and somehow, it was hard.
Everything had been happening too fast lately, too sudden, too overwhelming. I hadn't even had the time to process one thing before another was thrown at me.
Three minutes.
That was all it took.
Three minutes after I agreed to divorce Alex, the papers had already been placed in front of me, ready for my signature. It felt… unreal. Like everything had been planned long before I ever said yes.
But that didn't matter now, what mattered was surviving this place.
Trying my possible best to avoid them—the triplets and most importantly…avoiding Bella's wrath.
I might not be Theresa, but to her—I was and that alone was dangerous enough.
