“Wait for the right time, Martin,” Nathan said, his voice steady. “You’ll get what you deserve.”

With that, Nathan left, the door closing softly behind him.

Martin sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the empty glass of orange juice. The reality of what he’d done hit him like a tidal wave. Tears welled in his eyes and spilled over, sliding down his cheeks. His heart felt impossibly heavy, a storm of guilt and anger brewing within him.

He was trapped, caught between the love he’d ...