HARPER
"You beat up Camilla?" Dominic asked the moment he stepped inside.
I looked up from my phone, where I'd been scrolling through TikTok and Instagram, both now flooded with videos of the scene from the mall.
"I wouldn't say beat up," I muttered, rising from the couch.
I closed the distance between us and slipped my arms around him, resting my head against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat anchored me. I could get lost in this—his warmth, his presence. Somehow, Dominic always managed to calm the storm inside me.
Even though I wanted to confront him—ask how Camilla had gotten a hold of our marriage contract—I held back. He probably already knew, and this didn't feel like the right time.
I tilted my head up, eyes searching his face while I remained in his arms. "Did something happen?"
"What?" he asked without meeting my gaze, eyes fixed on something behind me.
"At work," I clarified.
His brows drew together. "Why do you think that?"
