Charles By the time I got home, I was barely holding myself together. The drive back had been nothing but silence, yet my mind had been louder than ever. Every word Ivan had said kept replaying inside my head until I couldn't tell whether I was angry, betrayed, or simply exhausted.The moment I stepped into the house, I slammed the front door so hard the picture frames along the hallway rattled. My breathing was uneven, my fists were clenched so tightly my knuckles had turned white, and before I even realized what I was doing, I drove my fist straight into the wall.The impact echoed through the house. Pain shot through my hand, but I barely felt it.I kept trying to hold back the whole emotions but damn it, it’s even more difficult to pretend it’s alright. "Damn it!" I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls before I grabbed the nearest flower vase and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the fireplace, sending broken pieces of glass skidding across the floor. That stil
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