Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Carlson's pov

Then suddenly, the rain started falling so heavily, thereby adding to my anguish.

The rain hammered against the windowpanes, mirroring the pain inside me. I stared at the other window as I watched the rain wash the whole pack, its glow dancing across the walls of my building, a stark contrast to the hot pepper that had settled in my bones. I was already a man stripped bare, my carefully constructed facade crumbling around me, revealing the raw, wounded man beneath.

My life, once brimming with ambition and purpose, lay in ruins. My legacy, his very identity was gone in the wind, all reduced to ashes by a single, insidious act of betrayal. It was a betrayal that had not come from a stranger, a competitor, or an enemy. It came from my soul nest. One I had nurtured, the people I had showered with love and affection, the ones I had foolishly believed loved me in return.

I thought of my daughter, Amelia. Someone who I had invested my existence in.

Whose every whim