CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

UNKNOWN POV.

The rain cascaded down the windshield of the car, blurring the city lights into a hazy glow. Fingers white-knuckled on the steering wheel, I watched the droplets dance, each one a mocking reflection of my shattered heart. Anger surged within me, a furious tempest swirling in the depths of my soul.

Daniel. That name, once whispered in the shadows of passion, now burned on my tongue like acid. He had used me, discarded me like a broken toy. And then, to add salt to the wounds he inflicted, he had found solace in the arms of another woman—Jessica. The mere mention of her name ignited a fire inside me, a fire that consumed reason and left only vengeance in its wake.

I had tracked her down, my every waking moment consumed by thoughts of revenge. I had fantasized about running her over, watching her crumple beneath the weight of my fury. But my carefully crafted plan had failed, thwarted by a twist of fate. As I replayed the scene in my mind, frustration twisted like a knife in