Alexander’s P.O.V.

As I unleash my fury upon the punching bag, the resounding thuds echo through the air. Two days have passed, but my anger still burns within me. I thought Alice was only mine, but she submitted to my brother as well. How could she do this?

I was such a dumbass to think she was truly innocent and so good. All women are the same, slut.

“Fuck! Why, Alice, why did you do this to me? Why?” I howl, the sound of my voice intertwining with the forceful strikes against the bag.

What hurts me even more is that despite everything, I still long for her. I miss...