Chapter 61 Caelum

• I never considered myself a jealous man. Never, truly. I’ve always prided myself on a serene control over my emotions, a calculated reason that always triumphed over impulses. But now, as I see Alexander approaching Aria, something within me trembles and shatters. My blood boils in thick waves, a latent, fierce anger that I barely recognize. This feeling, like a bitter poison, floods my mind and paralyzes me.
• Beyond the veiled provocation of my wife, as though she were pouring fuel on a burning flame, she is nothing more than a distant shadow at this moment. My mind is consumed solely by Aria… and Alexander. Our marriage, at this point, is already condemned, and all that remains is to annul our union. But that is not where my focus lies now.
• The serene expression on his face as he approaches Aria, the casual tone in his voice—all of it ignites within me an irrational desire to interrupt whatever he is attempting to do. Every step I take behind him, with my muscles taut and my gaze fixed on his back, is a test of self-control. There is an animalistic instinct stirring within me, a beast on the verge of emerging, and no matter how much I try to rationalize, every fiber of my being seems ready to react.