CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Is this the End?

HUGH’S POV:

The night drapes over the city, stars scattered across the velvet sky like diamonds on black satin. I stand alone on my penthouse’s balcony, a glass of bourbon clutched in my hand.

The memory of my heated confrontation with Dwight replays relentlessly in my mind, each word exchanged a jagged shard piercing my conscience. Anger boiled within me. I’ve never been one to back down from a fight, but now, I couldn't shake the regret that’s gnawing at my insides.

And then there’s Anastasia, her rejection of being with me echoing in my ears. The impact was fierce, her words flung like arrows, and it’s hurting more than the breakup I had with Yvanna before.

My grip tightens around the glass. With a sudden surge of rage, I crush the glass, the sharp splinters biting into my skin as the amber liquid bursts forth, staining the balcony floor like drops of blood. My chest heaves, the shattered remnants of my drink falling from my grasp.

When my head begins to throb and my vision sw