The rain pounded violently against the windows, a relentless symphony of thunder and water. Inside, Thompson paced the length of his dimly lit bedroom, his footsteps echoing off the wooden floor. He came to a halt by the window, his eyes narrowing as he watched the heavy downpour blur the world outside. His jaw clenched, and his mind—unbidden—drifted to Katherine.
A deep frown crept onto his face.
“Where the hell did Jake find a girl like her? And how the f**k did she end up married to him?” he muttered bitterly under his breath.
He turned away from the window and resumed pacing, his thoughts consumed by the image of Katherine—so delicate, so pure—paired with a man like Andrew. It made his blood boil.
“He’s a monster. A goddamn monster!” Thompson shouted suddenly, his voice raw with an
