Alexander
The engine is still running, but I don't move. My hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles are turning white. My breath is still heavy in my chest, ragged, labored… as if the fight hadn't really ended… As if it were still happening inside me.
I look ahead, at the empty road, the silence. And then… I slam the steering wheel. Once, then again.
"s**t! s**t!"
The sound echoes inside the car, but it's not enough. It doesn't release anything. It doesn't change anything.
I close my eyes tightly… And I see him. Ethan, his fist, his voice.
"So you never hit my wife again…"
I clench my jaw.
"Your wife…"
I let out a dry, bitter laugh. Because there lies the damned truth. She's his wife, not mine, she never was, she never will be.
I rest my forehead ag
