Adrian’s POV The second she slammed the door behind her, something inside me snapped. Every ounce of pain, betrayal, and fury that I’d been trying to suppress boiled over, raw and unrelenting. I balled my fists, my knuckles hitting the wall with a violent, deafening impact. Again. And again.“Adrian… stop!” Ethan’s voice cracked, desperate, but I didn’t hear him. My vision narrowed to red flashes, my heartbeat pounding in my ears like a war drum. Every punch was a release of the anger I’d been holding back, every strike a cruel echo of the words she had thrown at me.“You think you can just leave?” I muttered through gritted teeth, letting rage fuel my movements. “You think I’ll just… I’ll just let this go?”Blood began to seep from my hands, warm and sticky, dripping down my wrists, leaving trails on the wall. I didn’t care. The sting of it, the sharp ache, was almost comforting pain I could feel physically, unlike the ache in my chest.“Adrian, please… stop this!” Ethan pleade
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