The living room at Block B-12 wasn’t just tense—it felt like every molecule was weighed down by dread. Even from the car, the heaviness seeped through, pressing into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. The rain outside had stopped, leaving only the dripping sound of water from the roof gutters—sounding like the countdown of a ticking time bomb.
I sat inside the Alphard parked by the gate, the window rolled down just a c***k. Enough to peek, enough to hear. From this vantage point, I watched how Gabriel destroyed a man’s life.
Raphael—the man who, just hours ago, had been so dominant while bedding me on the kitchen table—was now kneeling on the white ceramic floor. The field shirt he wore was rumpled, buttons partially undone, revealing the broad chest I had touched earlier. But that mas
