In a society where arranged marriages dictate destiny, Aiden Baldwin, a man bound by duty and honor, is consumed by uncontrollable desire for Karlie Coldwater. As they navigate the treacherous waters of forbidden love, they must defy societal norms...
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Anthony's POV:
"It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone." -Rose Kennedy.
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Anthony was in bed, just laying there, thinking. He had woken up early with Carter, gave him a bath, they had played ball in the backyard for a while, and now Carter was in his room taking a nap.
He was once more left alone with his thoughts. His parents were on the phone with lawyers and with family members, informing them of the situation and hoping to savage what's left of the Fairview's reputation.
In all his life, Anthony had never felt so hopeless. He was disappointed with all he had put his family through. He just wanted to travel out of the country. However, it would be unfair for him to leave his parents alone to deal with the mess he created.
He was no coward; he wouldn't do that. He got up out of bed, opened his drawer, took the ring box out, he opened it, and just stared at it. He was really sorry. Why didn't he just tell her? Memories of Karlie plagued him. He put the ring back into the drawer. He needed to channel all that he was feeling into something better.
He remembered while growing up, boxing was something he loved. He got dressed; he wondered if his parents had packed away all his boxing gear. He went down to the basement, and to his surprise, it was still there. He started doing a few stretches. He needed to let out his anger.
He searched through old boxes, found his boxing gloves, and put them on. He started punching the bag, and before he knew it, he was feeling better. This punching bag had saved him as a teen; it was his outlet. And now, as a man, here he is again. He wished he could punch Aiden's face in. He was the cause of all this, but even though he was upset, it's better this way. The lies and secrets were becoming too draining for him.
He continued to box. He was sweaty. He finished, did a few stretches, then went upstairs to his room. He needed to cool off and shower. He was going to go into town, which was maybe not a good idea, but he can't hide out at home forever.
