Paul's POV.
My world had been shattered into a million pieces, and the sight of Elena kissing another man was more than I could bear. The anger that surged within me was uncontrollable, and I couldn't stop myself from unleashing my fury.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed a vase and hurled it in their direction, the shattering sound filling the room. The crash of porcelain was a violent punctuation to the chaos that had erupted. Elena stopped the kiss abruptly, her eyes fixing on the shattered vase, and then on me.
As I struggled to catch my breath, my gaze was drawn to her lips, the same lips that had once tasted my kisses. But now, they were marred by another man's touch, and I couldn't contain the rage that swelled within me.
