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Dalton's POV.

I stroked Alyssa's head until she fell asleep. Once I was sure she wouldn't wake up if I were to go somewhere, I sneaked out of the house. I drove to Carl's house and called him out.

"Hey, Dalton! Carl is sleeping right now, can…," I ignored Amara and walked past her, entering their house. Carl was sitting in the living room. When he saw me entering, he taunted, "a little pressed because Alyssa still loves me, eh?"

"No, I'm not pressed about her still loving you because she doesn't. I'm pissed because someone dared to touch my wife without her consent," I picked him by his collar and slammed my fist on his cheekbones.

"Oh my God, Carl!" Amara exclaimed, running towards her. I gave her a warning through my eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes filled with fear.

"I hope you get this in your head, Carl," I said, kicking him to the ground. He stumbled on the coffee table before he fell to the ground. I grabbed his collar once again and punched him on his fac
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