The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 287

At the modest clinic, Alex let out a slow, quiet breath, the weight on his shoulders dissolving into the sterile air like mist at dawn.

He ended the call with the kind of calm that only comes from repetition—each silence afterward landing exactly where it had so many times before, in the aching corners of old wounds.

She always shattered the calm like it was made of glass—every word from her a spark, every conversation a storm.

And yet, some fragile, hopeless part of him still waited for the day she'd understand. The day love wouldn’t feel like a war.

Trouble had worn a path to his door so often, its knocks no longer stirred fear—only a tired familiarity.

He placed a hand over his chest, feeling the quiet thud beneath his ribs, and whispered with a faint, bitter smile, “Still holding on, huh? Why are you so damn stubborn, heart?”

Then softer, almost like a confession to the emptiness around him:

“What are you waiting for? Why not just let go… aren’t you tired yet?”

Outside, the abrasiv