Devarsh’s POV

The morning air was cold enough to sting, but my body was already burning.

Push-ups. Pull-ups. Shadow drills. Anything to tame the fury building inside me since last night.

I could still hear her words. “I want a divorce.”
And the worst part? She wasn’t looking setious.

I dropped to the ground again, my palms slamming against the mat with every rep. Sweat slid from my forehead down to my neck, but it didn’t cool the fire in my chest.

Divorce.
 Custody.