He gasped for breath, his pride shattered, his confidence splintering under the weight of Alex's long-restrained wrath.
For the first time in his life, Jasper was the one on the receiving end of humiliation. And Alex?
Alex had never felt more liberated.
With one last, final punch, he sent Jasper collapsing onto the floor, groaning in pain.
Alex straightened, adjusting his sleeves with an air of complete indifference.
Then, without sparing Jasper another glance, he turned toward the door, stepping past Camila, who stood frozen in silent horror.
His voice was quiet, but it echoed with finality.
"This house was never a home to me. I'm leaving. And this time, I'm never looking back."
Then he turned toward Camila and said with cold expression,
"I was truly lucky that I avoided a shitty person like you."
Camila's face turned pale.
The night air was crisp as Alex stepped out of the villa, leaving behind the remnants of his shattered past.
