Ethan POV

The room exploded before the sun had fully risen.

A glass vase shattered against the wall, fragments raining down onto the carpet like brittle snow. I barely registered the sound. Another object—her bedside lamp—followed, crashing hard enough to make the walls tremble. My chest heaved as rage tore through me, hot and violent, with nowhere to go.

Today was supposed to be my wedding day.

The day I became a husband. The day everything finally made sense.

Instead, I ...