RISE OF THE GREAT SULLIVAN

Chapter 180

Sullivan’s footsteps echoed hollowly through the grand halls of their home, the weight of the night's events pressing heavily on his shoulders.

He had escorted Erica and Evelyn back from the warehouse, but the tension between him and Erica was palpable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing second.

As soon as they arrived, Erica had avoided his gaze, her body rigid with anger and pain.

Sullivan had tried to reach out to her, but she had brushed past him, her eyes cold and distant. Now, he stood outside their bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, Sullivan pushed the door open and stepped inside. Erica was by the window, her back to him as she stared out into the night. The silence between them was suffocating.

“Erica…” Sullivan began, his voice low and tentative.

She didn’t turn around. “I don’t want to hear it, Sullivan,” she said, her voice cold and firm.

“Please,” he implored, stepping closer. “Just let me explain. I was trying to protect you. I