Chapter 38

JAMES

Another vase goes flying across the room and I don't check for the direction it went flying through before I grab another with and send it in another corner of the room with the same force and rage as it hits the floor with a resounding chatter that bounced off the walls of my office and echoing through the entirety of the whole house. For the first time, these pretty decorations were starting to annoy me.

I throw everything within my reach; files, books, stationery, and all until my office table is empty and there is nothing left to throw. The whole floor is a mess and there's barely any room left even for me to walk through.

I'm hurt somewhere. I don't know where or how and it's probably a bruise or a deeper cut but the throbbing pain and trickling blood on the floor is enough proof of how deep into shit I am.

In reality, I feel like shit. More or less like a failure. How could this happen to me?

My entire body is shaking with so much anger and the urge to hit something. To