10 ~ The Party Encounter and Emotional Flood.

ANSEL’s POV

I stood in the corner of the lavish party room, clutching a glass of whiskey that burned my throat with every sip. Five years had passed by since that night everything fell apart.

Roman had burst in, his face twisted in rage, catching Gael buried deep inside me. He threw us both out like trash, screaming about betrayal and family honor.

I ended up crashing on friends' couches, then scraping together a quiet life in a small apartment far from the family estate.

No more secret touches, no more stolen nights.

Just work, loneliness, and the ache that never faded....