Right now, she had a magazine to get out.
Moving to her desk, she powered up her laptop and got to work.
The next couple of days, Jenna ignored several calls and texts from Dima.
She hid her feelings from Nataliya, but that was easy via text. They had a video call scheduled on the weekend, and Jenna was seriously considering coming up with an excuse to get out of it.
Even if she had to lie.
Jenna and her boss had spoken briefly about the situation, and while the older woman had been sorry for how violated Jenna must feel, she’d been adamant that the magazine’s reputation would suffer terrible harm if it got out that they’d had such a serious and long-lasting breach in their confidentiality.
No one seemed to care about the designer who had lost her business over that breach, or what potential harm could come to Jenna’s brother’s company, or how many other people had been harmed by Skylar’s information leaks.
Not to mention, the woman had profited by her perfidy and had gotten away with it.
Sure, she’d been fired, but the carefully worded reason for doing so had left it possible for her to file for unemployment benefits even.
Jenna was beyond livid, and that feeling wasn’t going away.
Her relationship with Nataliya wasn’t the only thing she was reevaluating in her life. She didn’t know if she wanted to continue working for the magazine.
She was also hurt. Her life and privacy had been invaded, and that was going to go unanswered.
She couldn’t even talk about it to her two dearest friends, much less her family, and that inability was making everything feel bigger and more ugly.
And under all of it was this pain in her heart that centered around Dima.
Something she didn’t even want to acknowledge, because the sex was supposed to be just that and not emotionally driven. Only she felt deep and pain-filled emotion every time his name flashed on her phone screen.
Thankfully, he hadn’t shown up unannounced to her work again.
Jenna didn’t know what she was going to do about her friendship with Nataliya and Emma.
She’d never thought the cost for having them in her life would be so high, that her personal integrity would be compromised.
Shefelt guilty about the people whose secrets had been betrayed because of her and wanted to tell them it had happened.
The fact that she couldn’t only added to the maelstrom of negative emotion swirling constantly inside her.
While she had no intention of going to a palace-approved therapist, Jenna thought finding a local one to talk to might not be a bad idea. She didn’t want to keep feeling this way.
And she needed to talk to someone. Jenna loved Nataliya like a sister, but she cared deeply for Emma too, and both their children were like nieces and nephews to Jenna.
Only how could she stay in their life if it meant she had to lie? To hide damaging truths?
And yet, how could Jenna leave their lives without causing Nataliya stress that would be dangerous to her and her unborn child right now?
Her phone rang, the ringtone her brother’s, and guilt washed over her anew.
While she was perfectly happy to avoid Dima’s calls, Jenna wasn’t a coward, and she wasn’t going to do the same for Luke. She swiped to answer. “Hey, little brother.”
“I just got off the phone with Prince Dimitri.”
“Oh?” she asked, wondering why Dima would have called Luke.
Had he been checking to make sure she hadn’t spilled the truth to Luke?
“What the hell, Jenna? You had someone spying on you for over a year! Are you okay?” Her brother’s tone left no doubt how worried about her he was.