Chapter 58
Broken Control
(Axel’s POV)
I watched Maya walk out of the ballroom, her hand lightly holding onto Laurent’s arm. They looked like the kind of couple that belonged together. My chest burned, and I gripped my glass tighter, the whiskey trembling at the rim.
She had smiled at him the way she used to smile at me. That small, soft smile that reached her eyes.
Rage pulsed through me so hard it made my vision blur.
I set my drink down and walked toward the back hallway, where the noise of the gala faded into a dull hum. The Dean was there, laughing with one of the sponsors, his smug face lit up with the satisfaction of someone who thought he was untouchable.
Perfect.
“Dean Poilievre,” I said, my voice calm, controlled.
He turned and froze when he saw me. “Ah, Mr. Hendrikson,”
