Ethan’s POV
The ballroom still shimmered in my mind, like a dream laced with too much gold and champagne. I could still hear the echo of gasps when Dominic declared his intention to sell his company, his voice steady, resolute, as if he hadn’t just set fire to the world he built.
I know he meant it as a promise to me, to us but all I can see is everything he’s throwing away. His legacy, his company, the empire he carved out with his own hands. And all because of me.
The nightmares don’t help.
Some nights, I wake up drenched in sweat, my throat raw from silent screams I didn’t even realize were clawing their way out of me. Dominic always wakes too, like some part of him is tethered to my pulse.
He never says a word at first, just gathers me into his arms and rocks me gently, his chest
