Grey's POV
I stood there, taking in her words.I felt like a child being scolded. I nodded, trying to ease the tension. "I know, I know. I'll be more careful. I promise."
She scoffed, clearly not convinced. "You better be. One wrong move, and everything comes crashing down. You don't just get to act reckless anymore. You're walking a thin line, Grey. And if you don't start using your head, you're going to find yourself in a much deeper hole than you're already in."
I stayed quiet for a moment, processing her words. She was right. This wasn't my world anymore—the rules had changed. And I had to adapt, fast, or I'd be buried by them. But as much as I wanted to assure her I had it under control, the truth was, I didn't. I was barely keeping my head above water.
Blue flagged down a cab, her expression still tense. "Go home," she said sternly, like she was talking to a disobedient child. "You need to lay low. Stay out of sight, out of trouble. I'll handle things from here."
I didn't argue. I was too drained to fight back or even defend myself. I just nodded and got into the cab. As it pulled away from the curb, I glanced back at her standing there, arms crossed, watching me leave. She didn't wave, didn't smile. Just stared, her eyes filled with worry and frustration.
The ride home felt longer than usual. My mind was spinning, replaying the day over and over. How had I let it get this bad? A few months ago, I was the untouchable CEO, controlling everything and everyone around me. Now, I couldn't even control my own life. It was slipping through my fingers, and I didn't know how to stop it.
When I finally got home, the smart lock at the door refused to recognize my face,blinking red as if mocking me. Again. I growled under my breath, kicking the door in frustration. "Stupid door," I muttered, feeling the exhaustion weigh down on me. After a few failed attempts, I punched in the backup pin and stumbled inside
The house was dark, silent. Normally, I'd find comfort in the quiet, but tonight it felt suffocating. I tossed my shopping bags onto the couch and sank into the nearest chair, running my hands through my hair. My body ached in ways I wasn't used to—sore muscles, a heavy chest, an overall sense of discomfort that I couldn't shake.
I needed to clear my head. A hot shower, some food, and sleep—that's what I needed. Maybe then I'd feel like myself again, or at least as close to myself as I could get in this body.
After a long shower, I threw together a quick dinner, barely tasting the food as I ate. My mind was still spinning. I was walking a tightrope, and one wrong step would send me plummeting into a mess I couldn't climb out of. Blue was right. I had to be smarter, more careful. But how? I wasn't used to this. I wasn't used to being the one on the outside, the one with everything to lose.
I collapsed into bed, hoping sleep would bring some relief. But it didn't. I tossed and turned for hours, my mind refusing to quiet down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the day play out in my head. The store, the security guards, Blue's furious face. It was like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
Just as I was drifting off, my phone buzzed. I groaned, reaching over to see a message from Finn.
Sorry about the other night. Didn't mean to leave you hanging. Also, heard you're on vacation? Since when do you take time off?
I frowned at the message. Vacation?.Blue must've covered for me.I ignored his text, tossing the phone aside. I just wanted to sleep, to forget this nightmare of a day. But the discomfort in my body kept growing. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt off. My chest was heavy, my stomach churned, and I felt this strange, painful pressure building inside me.
I woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. Something was wrong. Really wrong. My duvet was damp, but it wasn't just sweat. I threw off the covers, and my breath caught in my throat.
Blood. Everywhere.
My once-white duvet was soaked with it, dark red stains spreading across the fabric. For a split second, I thought I had been attacked or I was dying. for wounds. My hands flew to my chest, searching for a wound, but I found nothing. My mind raced. What's happening?
Then it hit me. The blood wasn't from an injury. It was coming from...me.
I scrambled out of bed, my heart racing as I realized the blood was coming from my v***. Panic surged through me. What the hell was happening? Was I dying? Was this some kind of delayed punishment for being in this body? I had no idea what was going on, and I had no one to turn to.
It was 2 a.m., the house was pitch black, and I was completely alone. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone, frantically scrolling through my contacts. There was only one person who could help me.
Blue.