The door creaked open, slow and deliberate, as if the house itself was reluctant to reveal the scene unfolding within. Ethan's breath came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving as he lunged at Bruce, his fists crashing down with a fury that seemed to echo through the room.
Each blow landed with a sickening thud, but Bruce didn't fight back. He just stood there, bewildered, his hands half-raised as if trying to make sense of the chaos erupting around him.
Ethan's face was a mask of pain—not just physical, but something deeper, something raw and unrelenting. His mind raced, replaying the betrayal over and over. Mara.
How could she? No matter how angry she'd been with him, no matter how much they'd argued, he never thought she'd go this far. Sure, he'd admitted to liking Maria-Isbel, but that was all it was—a fleeting attraction, nothing more. He'd never crossed that line. Never. And yet, here he was, standing in the wreckage of his trust, his fists bloodied and his heart shattered.
