Chapter 178
- Ivan's POV
- I was losing my goddamn mind.
- My office—no, this prison of a room—looked like it had gone through a hurricane. Picture frames, glass vases, files, the remote, my phone case—anything I could grab had been thrown across the floor, now reduced to scattered wreckage. But none of it gave me the release I was looking for. None of it took the rage out of my chest. None of it could erase what I’d done.