Kennedy finally crashed, her anger burning itself out into a heavy, exhausted sleep. Her breathing, ragged just moments before, smoothed into soft, even sighs. Tyler, still reeling, slowly lifted a hand to his cheek. It throbbed, a dull, persistent ache blooming right where her palm had connected.The sting wasn't just physical; it was a raw, emotional wound, a stark reminder of how much he’d messed up. He just stared at her, her face peaceful now, the fury that had twisted her features gone, leaving behind a fragile beauty that twisted his gut.Leo’s voice, that smug, venomous whisper, clawed its way back into his head: *“Can you stand it, Tyler? Kennedy leaving you? Being with another man?”* The words hit him like a punch to the gut, sending a fresh wave of white-hot rage through him, quickly followed by a cold, paralyzing fear.The thought of Kennedy, his Kennedy, laughing with someone else, sharing her life, her bed, with anyone but him… it was an unbearable agony. He’d pushed her,
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