Anabel.
Anger had become the only constant emotion I could recognize with each passing day. It simmered beneath my skin like a living thing, growing heavier, darker, waiting—patiently waiting—for the exact moment I would lay my eyes on Vanessa so it could finally be unleashed without restraint.
That backstabbing bitch.
Even the thought of her name made my jaw tighten. I had heard whispers that she had run off with a rogue. Some said she escaped with him like a coward in the night. Others suggested something worse… that he might not even be a stranger to her. A lover, perhaps. But honestly, I didn't care enough to confirm any of it.
It wasn't my concern anymore.
What mattered—what truly consumed my thoughts—was Noah.
