Chapter 44

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over Legacy's sprawling mansion. His mind was a tempest of conflicted emotions, a maelstrom of desire, jealousy, and obsession that churned within him. The demons of his past had risen to the surface, consuming his thoughts and driving him to the edge of reason.

His fingers curled around the glass of whiskey, the burn of the alcohol a feeble attempt to quell the storm raging within his chest. The image of Summer and another man together was a thorn in his mind, a constant reminder of what he felt he had lost. He stared out at the vast expanse of his property, the darkness outside mirroring the shadows that had taken root within him.

"I can't just let you slip through my fingers, Summer," he murmured to himself, his voice a low, ominous whisper that seemed to be carried away by the wind. “I won’t just do nothing watching you being happy, Summer, with that fucking bastard and without having the chance to be with my son.”

A sinister sm