#Chapter 126 – Take it All Back

Asher The moment I stepped through the doors of my private estate quarters, I slammed them shut so hard the frame rattled. Silence followed, thick and echoing. It pressed in on me like a second skin. I stood there for a long moment, unmoving, fingers curled into fists at my sides. He marked her. Again. I could feel it, the wire snapping inside me, like every carefully arranged lie I’d fed myself over the past weeks had collapsed with a single, brutal truth. He didn’t just touch her. He didn’t just want her. He finished the bond. And worse—she let him. I crossed the room in three long strides and hurled the nearest glass decanter into the wall. It exploded in a starburst of amber liquid and crystal shards. The scent of spiced whiskey burned up my nose as it dripped down the silk wallpaper, a stain blooming like a wound. I couldn’t stop. A chair scraped violently across the floor as I kicked it backward. Papers scattered across the rug. A gilded book flew from