Ares paced back and forth in his study, yanking off his tie as if it were choking him. He couldn’t believe it, Valeria had moved on so easily. Not even two years had passed, and she was already with Damien… his rival.
His jaw tightened. Rage surged through him as he slammed his fist into the wall.
“Oh my,” Celeste whispered, stepping into the room with two cups of coffee in hand.
“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you doing this?”
Ares turned to look at her. Her face, once so familiar, so admired, was now just another reminder of everything he didn’t want. Fear was written all over her features, but instead of softening him, it only made him feel more distant.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, grabbing a cloth from the table to wrap around his now bleeding hand.
Celeste set the coffee down and step
