Ethan's chest heaved, rage and humiliation twisting his features into a stormy scowl. His fists trembled at his sides. "You are still in love with Dylan," he muttered disdainfully. "I can see it even though you don't accept it."
The thought hit him like a dagger, cutting deep into the fragile hopes he had held onto for so long. All those years by her side, the countless moments of support and care—it had all meant nothing. Ava still chose Dylan over him.
"What does he have that I don't?" Ethan growled. "That arrogant, insufferable man who does nothing but hurt and belittle you. And yet… you love him." He slammed his fist against the table, the sound reverberating through the room. "Why can't you see me? Why can't you see my love?"
His anger and jealousy hijacked his intelligence. The pain of rejection morphed into something darker, something vengeful. "Since you refuse to see my sincerity, then don't blame me for what comes next."
