~Jeremy’s POV~

•Hours Earlier•

I had rebuilt my life piece by piece. Quietly and intentionally.

I went back into racing fully, I continued painting, and I was silently building an empire nobody knew about- outside here of course.

I painted slow strokes for long hours, letting my thoughts spill onto canvas. I returned to the underground boxing ring once, only once, and it didn’t hit the same anymore. The rage that once fueled it was gone. Or maybe it had settled into something quieter. I replaced it with gym sessions instead. I was more disciplined and controlled now. A routine that made me feel a lot stronger than I used...