(Ethan’s POV) My grip tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned pale, the leather creaking faintly beneath the pressure. I could feel the tension crawling through my veins, thick and suffocating, refusing to settle no matter how hard I tried to suppress it. I couldn’t swallow the anger, couldn’t bury it, couldn’t control it. It sat in my chest like something alive—burning, clawing, tearing through me from the inside out. Still, I forced myself to slow down, for her, for Aria. Even if every part of me wanted to slam my foot on the accelerator and outrun the thoughts in my head, I couldn’t. Not with her sitting beside me, silent, fragile and looking breakable. But swears, it hurts. It hurts in a way I didn’t even know how to describe. Because no matter how much I tried to focus on the road ahead, my mind kept dragging me back to that moment. That single, cursed moment of her and Lucien, not just any man. Her ex-husband. That made it worse. So much worse.
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