ADRIAN. My knuckles throbbed, blood dripping onto the pristine white carpet, but I barely noticed the pain. All I saw was Justin, sprawled beneath me, his once-smug face swollen and bruised from my fists. He groaned, trying to sit up, but I shoved him back down. I stood over him, fists clenched, every fiber of my being screaming at me to hit him again. “How dare you,” I seethed, chest heaving. “You think you can just walk into my wife’s room, and take what isn’t yours?” Justin coughed, spitting out blood. His lips twisted into a smirk despite the damage I’d done. “Take?” he rasped. “I didn’t take anything, Adrian. She wasn’t exactly fighting me off.” A fresh wave of fury surged through me. I raised my fist again, but Heaven’s voice stopped me. “Adrian, stop!” I turned, meeting her wide, tear-filled eyes. She had scrambled to her feet, hands trembling. “I swear, it’s not what you think,” she pleaded. “Justin just—” “I don’t want to hear it.” My voice was cold, my heartbeat a t
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