Confronting Calvin “Have you no shame? First Cecilia, and now you’re actually going after Darren’s wife? What’s wrong with you? Can’t you find someone who’s single?” Zachary was on the verge of outright cursing.

Calvin, still groggy from sleep, barely registered the words before the punch landed. The sharp pain jolted him awake, but before he could even react, Zachary was already winding up for another strike. This time, Calvin dodged, frowning. “Is there a misunderstanding?”

“Misunderstanding?” Zachary scoffed, fists clenched. “You’re sickening. You deserve to be hit!”

The first and second times, Calvin let it slide. But when Zachary threw his fist a third time, Calvin had had enough. Without hesitation, he retaliated, delivering a punch of his own.

Calvin had been trained for this. The kind of discipline and combat he endured since childhood was worlds apart from the relatively cushy life Zachary had led.

Zachary was knocked to the ground, wincing from the impact.

Calvin slowly stepped forward.