บท 121: Chapter 121 Fragile

"Stand up."

The cold, biting command yanked Julian out of his daze. 

His body ached, and his mind felt like it was teetering on the edge of collapse. 

He'd spent the night on the hard floor, sleepless and haunted by the memories of April—the woman he once believed loved him—surrendering herself completely to Ross.

Every vivid detail replayed mercilessly in his head. 

April's moans, her shameless pleas, the way she begged Ross to take her harder, faster—it was a nightmare he couldn't escape. 

She hadn't just given in; she'd craved it. That realization cut deeper than any physical wound.

"I said, stand up!"

Bang!

A sharp kick landed squarely on Julian's side, jolting him back to reality. Brandon loomed over him, his face twisted with disdain. 

The impact sent a shockwave of pain through Julian's body, leaving him gasping for air. It felt like his back might snap in two from the sheer force.