The Perfect Facade

VANESSA

I leaned against the sink, both hands gripping the sides so hard my knuckles turned white. My chest was tight. My stomach was twisting in a way that made me feel sick. I could still hear Dominic’s voice echoing in my head—loud, cold, angry. The way he’d pulled me out like that, the way he looked at me like I disgusted him… I probably did.

My knees nearly gave out as I bent over the sink, t