Dominic’s POV
I slam the car door shut, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon. And the second the event hall disappears in my rearview, I punch the steering wheel.
Once. Twice.
My knuckles sting, but it's nothing compared to the ache and anger in my chest.
“What on earth did I just do?” I mutter with a hand over my face.
For a minute, I feel regretful, knowing I shouldn't have snapped like that—not in front of a crowd, not with cameras flashing, not with her staring at me like I was a monster she couldn't place.
But annoyingly, I did. Because five years of buried fury doesn't come out in calm words. Instead, it explodes.
And that explosion was Amelia.
I pull into the driveway with a sharp turn and kill the engine.
The silence is now instant as I rest my forehead agai
