Robert’s POV
Same day - three days to the wedding.
Earlier that day. I dragged myself through the front door, I was greeted by an empty silence. Tessa was nowhere to be found, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me. How was I supposed to explain the array of bruises and cuts that covered my body? I groaned in pain as I limped towards the bedroom, each step feeling like a knife twisting in my side.
I collapsed onto the bed, wincing as my wounds protested the sudden movement. 'Few days to my wedding', I thought to myself, 'and I'm already a mess'. The anger and frustration boiled over, and I let out a string of curses aimed at Luke. 'That son of a...! I'll kill him! How could he do this to me?!' I clenched my fists, the pain and rage coursing through my veins like fir
