Maya's POV
The wine bottle sailed across my living room and exploded against the far wall, crimson liquid and glass fragments spraying everywhere. The sharp crash sent a jolt of satisfaction through my chest, offering a brief outlet for the rage that had been consuming me since Julian walked out.
I snatched up the second bottle from the cursed Moonlight shipment, weighing it in my palm. Six worthless bottles of wine that someone had weaponized to destroy my marriage. The same bottles Sebastian had discovered and wielded as proof of my supposed betrayal.
"Go to hell," I snarled, launching the second bottle with even more force.
Another explosion of glass and wine painted the white wall in violent red streaks. The destruction felt raw and primal, each shattered bottle releasing another fragment of my fury into the air.
