I regret the day I met you

Molly:

I awoke with a throbbing headache and a body that felt as heavy as a rock. I was supposed to be hurt and broken all over, but my head only ached.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I was in the room I shared with Farrell at their London home. My body was fine, and there were no bruises of any kind on it. I was fine and kicking.

Despite my headache, I dragged myself out of bed and walked out of the room. The more I strode down the long hallway, the more I heard voices. They appeared to be having a heated argument.

“Do you realize what you have fucking done, Carlo?” A man yelled at the top of his lungs.

“This means war. This fucking means war!” He kept saying.

My heart thumped in tandem with my headache, but I was still curious to know what was wrong. Their voices became more audible after I exited the hallway and descended the stairs.

“If it means destroying the world to keep my wife safe, I will do it!” My stomach tightened when I heard Farrell yell in his husky tone. They were t