The rage burning through me was a living thing, a fire that consumed every last bit of reason. Dominic’s mansion, once a place of intoxicating passion and stolen promises, now felt like a gilded prison. Every opulent detail mocked me. The silk sheets we’d tangled in, the view we’d admired together—it was all a lie, a beautiful stage for his cruel performance.

I can’t stay here. Not for another second. The image of his cold, handsome face, twisted with a hatred I didn’t deserve, was ...