Alexander
Alexander was on his way back to Blackmount Estate, the familiar road winding through dense trees and distant hills, though he barely noticed. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, but his mind wasn’t on the road—it was looping back to that moment.
The moment Andrew told him he had slept with April.
Oddly, Alexander hadn’t been furious. He hadn’t shouted, hadn’t thrown a punch or even raised his voice. Instead, he felt something far more disturbing—nothing... No shock. No fury. No heartbreak. Just... silence. Emptiness. That bothered him more than the betrayal itself. April had been his girlfriend, yet there was no eruption of emotion. Only the unsettling numbness that settled in his chest like fog.
But that hadn’t been the case with Gwen.
He remembered clea
