Chapter 45 ~ In flames

ATHENA

I march back into the house, my hands trembling, not from fear, but from the rage still pulsing through my veins like poison.

I've never felt this kind of anger before. It's hot, thick, and consuming, like wildfire burning in my chest. I feel like ripping him apart for touching my things.

At first, yeah, I felt guilty, like maybe I did something to deserve all of this. But as I stomp through the halls of this stupid mansion, the realization hits me harder than

ever.

He does whatever the hell he wants.

He sleeps out with Leah, parades her around like she's some prize, and comes home to burn my life to ashes like I mean nothing.

And I? I've been nothing but loyal to this scam of a marriage. Loyal to a man who doesn't know the first thing about love.

Luca raises a brow when I storm past him, but I don't stop.

"Where are you going now, Mrs. King?" he calls after me, smirking like this is some kind of show he can't wait to see the ending of.

I don't answer.

Because in my head, I'm already picturing Alex's stupid face when he sees what I'm about to do.

I head straight to my room, pacing the floor like a caged animal. My chest is tight, my hands still shaking, but I hold it together because I know I'll need every ounce of control for what's coming next.

I don't even know how long I stand there, just staring out the window, thinking of every way I want to hurt him back.

And then, I move.

I walk back downstairs, determined, my mind focused on one thing.

Revenge.

don't need a gym. Running up and down these staircases would be enough to

the stairs, I spot Luca pulling on a leather jacket, looking

Perfect.

his side before he can slip

forcing my voice to sound casual

this one," he smirks. "And I need my space for my special visitors- unless, of course,

winks, and I

no thanks," I mutter, holding back the urge to

my head, pretending to sound

on the doorframe. "In

up for your fight. I hear angry

own joke and finally walks

Angry sex.

cheeks, but I shake

stairs, careful not to make a sound. My fingers graze

and every step only

outside his

water running tells me Luca was

the door open

all so neat. It looks like no one

what I need when my eyes land

His car keys.

fingers curling tightly around the metal as though holding a

downstairs. Once I'm sure he

the bottle of vodka in the center

there. I rarely see Alex drink, and from what I've observed,

grab it like fate just handed

smile tugs at

Perfect.

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