Sam's P.O.V.
I slammed my bedroom door behind me, leaning against it as I tried to calm the storm raging inside. My heart was pounding, my hands still trembling from the fight with Jax.
Who did he think he was? Sitting there with that smug, infuriating look, questioning me like he had any right to know where I’d been or who I’d been with.
I let out a shaky breath and crossed the room, tossing my bag onto the bed. The weight of the day settled on me all at once, but it wasn’t just exhaustion—I was angry, frustrated, and so tired of this never-ending cycle with Jax.
Pacing the small space, I replayed every word of our argument in my head. His accusations. His sarcasm. The way his voice cracked at the end, like he was barely holding it together.
Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? He ha
