MARKS POV
As I walked out of Armand's mansion, the weight of his accusation clung to me like a heavy fog. My fists clenched at my sides, the muscles in my jaw tight from biting back every word I wanted to throw at him. How could he believe I would betray him like that? My brother. My Aunties, Monica, Brenda, and Vikylou had sat there, whispers filling the space with an air of judgment, though none said anything directly to me. Jessel had sat beside me, and I could feel her watching me, her eyes probably filled with quiet disappointment while Kaveesha was too focused on the damage control this scandal would cause the company.
