He let the papers fall to the floor. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the bed.
For a moment, he sat there, staring blankly at the ceiling, breathing like he'd run a marathon.
The anger came slowly at first…
Then guilt…
Then sadness… dark, suffocating sadness.
Tears pricked his eyes, hot and humiliating. He pressed his palms against them, refusing to let them fall.
Then rage. White-hot, consuming rage.
He stood abruptly, grabbing the lamp from the nightstand and hurling it against the wall.
"Bastard!!!! Damn you, Jackson! Damn you, Gianna! I loved you so f*****g much, and what the f**k did you do?!"
The crash echoed through the house.
"You f*****g played with my heart."
He grabbed the lawsuit, ripped it into pieces, and scattered them across the fl
