POV: Maxwell
The whiskey burned the back of my throat, but it did not do anything to numb the cold, crushing pain in my chest.
I set the empty crystal glass back down on the desk. The sound was so loud in the silence that it made me flinch. My hands were shaking. I could see it in the tremor of my fingers, the way my knuckles had gone white from gripping the edges of the desk too hard.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the bright, radiant smile on Fiona’s face. She had looked so beautiful, so full of life, standing under the chandelier and she was giving all of that light to another man. To Gabriel Lawson.
I gripped the edge of my desk until the wood bit into my palms, trying to catch my breath. The air in the study felt thin, like I was drowning. I felt completely b
