Chapter 38 Breaking Point

• The rain outside mirrored Alexander’s mood as he paced his study, his jaw set and his mind in turmoil. The soft glow of the fireplace illuminated the room, but the warmth didn’t reach him. His thoughts were consumed with Celia—her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she was around him. She had become his world, and that terrified him.
• He stared at the glass of whiskey in his hand, his fingers tightening around it as he tried to think rationally. This had gone too far. He wasn’t just playing with fire; he was engulfed in it. The weight of their secret loomed over him, growing heavier with every passing day.
• A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts. He knew who it was before he even turned around.