News: 'Housekeeper Killed Boss'

I couldn't move.

I couldn't even breathe properly.

There I was—sitting on the cold marble floor, surrounded by silence and blood, beside the woman who once called me everything from a whore to a seductress. The same woman who had just tried to claw my face off. Now she was sprawled across the tiles, lifeless, a pool of red slowly crawling away from the back of her skull like it had somewhere to go.

And I was frozen.

Absolutely, terrifyingly frozen.

I bit down on my fingers like I could gnaw my way through the panic, like chewing on my knuckles could stop me from screaming or fainting or losing my mind. I stared at her—at Anne—watching her still chest, watching her lips that used to spill venom now sealed in silence.

I should have hated her. I should have stood up and walked away like she deserved.

But I couldn't.

Because I didn't mean to hurt her.

And now she might be…

No. Don't say it.