Jason's POV
I approached the bar, my steps heavy with the weight of my emotions. Snatching a bottle of whiskey, I wasted no time in uncapping it and taking a long swig, hoping to drown everything I was feeling in alcohol.
The burning sensation as the whiskey slid down my throat offered a brief respite from the turmoil raging within me. But even as I drank, I knew that no amount of alcohol could numb this feeling or silence the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
I was almost on my last gulp when Helena walked up to me, her presence a stark reminder of the life I was supposed to be living, the facade I was expected to maintain.
"My love, what is this?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with concern. "Today is our big day, and you are covered in blood. Come on, go and get changed.
