Blake's POV
Traffic crawled through downtown, giving me too much time to think. Too much time to dissect the day.
Ana's words played on repeat in my head. Empty packet. Empty foil. She'd taken it. The pill. Problem solved, right? So why did I feel like I'd lost something? Why did it feel wrong?
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my jaw aching from how hard I'd been clenching it. The bruises on my knuckles from last night's punch had darkened to deep purple. A visible reminder of how quickly I'd lost control.
For her.
I'd hit Richard Jones in front of a restaurant full of people because he'd put his hands on my wife. My soon-to-be ex-wife. The woman I was supposed to be walking away from.
Instead, I'd f****d her in a parking garage. Then again afterwards, and then this morning.
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