The night stretched long and restless in the Martin mansion. David sat by his window, the city lights glowing faintly in the distance, his reflection staring back at him from the glass. He hadn’t slept a single hour — his mind was too heavy, too wild, too tangled in thoughts of Lydia and Jacob.
For weeks, he had been pretending to stay calm, but every laugh he heard from the kitchen, every gentle word spoken between Jacob and Lydia, sliced at his heart like a blade.
He clenched his jaw and muttered to himself, “I can’t take this anymore. I have to end it. I have to destroy whatever they have before it’s too late.”
He stood up abruptly and began pacing his room, his footsteps echoing against the cold floor. “Jacob thinks he’s smart,” he hissed. “He thinks he can steal everything from me
