Alexander’s POV
Five Years Later.
I make my way to bed, exhausted from the enormous meetings today at work.
I feel weighed down, my body aching for sleep.
The dim light from the bedside lamp casts a soft glow across the room as I lay down.
Soon I feel a hand creep across my body, fingers sliding with the kind of softness that once, years ago, might have stirred some warmth.
But it’s different now. It’s Cynthia.
Her touch immediately sent a wave of irritation through my entire body. The repulsion tightens my chest, the muscles in my neck stiffened, and my body tensed like a coiled spring.
I turned to the side, hoping it’s just a bad dream, but the pressure of her hand remained—a sickening reminder of what my life had become.
I grabbed her wrist hard, probably harder than I meant
