Third Person's POV:
"Even if you drink yourself to death tonight, Seraphina still won't spare you a second glance."
"Shut up." Mortimer's eyes burned crimson as he glared at Wilmot. A low, predatory growl rumbled in his throat as he forced the words through clenched teeth.
Wilmot let out a cold laugh. "What's so unbearable about this? She just had dinner with another man. And that hurts you? What about what you did to her? You left her alone on that mountain because of Vivian. You even had the video taken down. Wasn't that a hundred times worse? Did she ever make a scene over it?"
"Will, enough." Humphrey broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly tugged at Wilmot's sleeve.
Mortimer's face darkened like a storm about to break. Every muscle in his body was drawn tight, as if he could snap a
