Vincent
“Has she completely lost her mind?” Cassia snapped beside me, her voice filled with disbelief as she stared at the shattered pieces of the iPad scattered across the marble floor.
The maids immediately rushed forward nervously to clean the mess, kneeling carefully while avoiding eye contact with me completely, but I barely noticed them because my attention remained fixed on the staircase Nyelle had just disappeared through.
Even after she was gone, my mind kept replaying the scene downstairs over and over again in ways that irritated me more than I wanted to admit. The slap. The way she looked directly into my eyes without fear for the first time in five years. The way she mocked me right to my face while drunk. And worst of all, the alcohol.
Nyelle stopped drinking because I t
