Alec stood in front of Melissa’s home like a storm that refused to pass. His eyes were bloodshot, his shirt half-tucked, his face carrying both rage and pain. He banged on the wooden door mercilessly, his fists echoing through the silent neighborhood like war drums.
“Open the door, Mother-in-law!” Alec shouted again, his voice slurred but loud enough to wake the entire street. “Come on, open it! You wanted an apology, right? I’m here!”
The harsh knocking continued, growing more violent with each passing second. One of the wooden planks on the door began to crack under the pressure.
By now, nearly every neighbor had peeked out of their homes, drawn to the chaos outside. The name ‘Alec Blackwood’ rippled through the air like wildfire. People gasped, murmured, and some—despite the obvious
