Knoxx’s Point of View My head is pounding. The kind of pounding that drills through my skull like a jackhammer, merciless and loud even in silence. I groan as I roll onto my back, my eyes squinting against the sunlight that’s streaming through the blinds. My throat is dry, like sandpaper. My mouth tastes like regret and whiskey. Damn it. What the hell did I drink last night? I rub my temples, trying to piece things together. I remember the gala. I remember Caroline—her eyes, her voice, the way she looked at me like I was a stranger. I remember the bathroom. The confrontation. Her cold words still echo in my head. “It’s better if we’re just partners in business than husband and wife.” I sit up, fast. Too fast. My stomach twists and I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the nausea ride through me. I grip the edge of the bed with both hands, groun
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