Chapter Thirty One Back Home

Abraham’s POV

I sat slowly into my chair the instant Roland drove me back home, the faint hum of the car engine still echoing in my ears. The house felt unusually quiet, almost too calm for the storm of thoughts raging in my mind.

I couldn’t take my mind away from the event that unfolded earlier.

It was tough, rigid, and tense. Even now, hours later, my chest still felt heavy, as if the weight of it all had pressed down on me and refused to let go.

It was in that moment of silence that I realized something I had always heard people say but never truly believed until now: when a woman loves you with her whole heart, you had better not hurt her. Because if you do, you don’t just lose her, you create your biggest enemy. The same depth she loved you with was the same depth she could hate you with.

And when that hatred settled in, it did not come with noise or theatrics. It came with cold indifference. If care was not taken, she would grow distant, detached. She would stop caring whether yo