Day Seventy-Two…
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*Crash*
A shattering noise reverberated throughout Vincent's study room. In a fit of anger, he forcefully slammed the glass of whiskey against the surface of his table. The report from Phoenix had landed like a bombshell in his composed world.
His right-hand man sent him a photograph that had ignited an inferno within him. Inside a car, Jane and Nathan were locked in an intimate embrace, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.
It was a scene that shattered his heart and intensified his jealousy toward Nathan. His fingers trembled with a mixture of rage, disbelief, and heartache as he gazed upon the photograph.
Despite his fingers being sliced open by the jagged remnants of shattered glass, with an anguished expression on his face, Vincent's fiery rage overshadowed any trace of physical pain. The crimson liquids coursing down his trembling hand were a testament to the fury that surged through him.
