Third pov :
THREE YEARS LATER
Three years had passed, and Elijah was no longer the man he once was. The warmth that occasionally flickered in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a cold gaze that made everyone around him uneasy.
Elijah woke up every morning at five-thirty sharp. He no longer lingered in bed or allowed himself the luxury of savouring the quiet moments before starting his day. Now, he was all business, as if sleep was merely an interruption in his pursuit of control. By six, he was in his gym, pushing himself to the limits, lifting heavier weights, running longer distances.
The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the emotional storm he refused to acknowledge.
In the office, his transformation was evident to everyone. He moved through the halls like a storm making the employees get aside in fright.
