Chapter Thirty-Two

"I can’t believe I trusted that bitch Katie!" Luke growled, his green eyes blazing as he crushed the empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his usually pristine shirt was crumpled, stained with sweat and the remnants of spilled liquor. He stared at the letter on the coffee table, its bold, unforgiving text confirming his termination from the hospital—a career he had built with blood, sweat, and sleepless nights. The damning memory of that fight with Bobby replayed in his mind like a broken record. Katie’s horrified gasp. Bobby’s smug smirk. And then the punch. That single, satisfying punch that had destroyed everything. Luke rubbed his temples, trying to quell the pounding headache, but it only seemed to worsen with each passing second. His gaze shifted to the small pile of Katie’s belongings he had gathered from their bedroom—a mix of clothes, shoes, and trinkets that now sat like a mocking monument to his misplaced trust. “She kissed him. She ki