Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate 46 Summary
In Chapter 46 of “Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us,” Axel finds himself trapped in a monotonous meeting, feeling increasingly frustrated and overwhelmed by the pressures of his responsibilities. His irritation boils over when he snaps at the department manager, declaring that the meeting is over despite the ongoing discussions about a crucial deal. This moment reflects Axel’s growing discontent with his work environment and the burden of expectations weighing heavily on him.
After leaving the meeting, Axel’s tension escalates as he confronts his inner turmoil and the unhealthy coping mechanisms he has developed, particularly his reliance on alcohol. He recalls the strained dynamics with his brothers and the feeling of isolation that accompanies his leadership role. When his assistant Faith reminds him of another meeting, Axel’s curt dismissal highlights his breaking point, as he seeks solace in the familiarity of drinking, despite knowing the consequences.
The arrival of Rose, a woman from his past, brings a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. While he initially reacts with irritation, her presence stirs memories of their time together and the deep sense of loss he feels from her absence. Axel grapples with feelings of pride and resentment towards Rose for moving on without him, which intensifies his sense of despair. This internal conflict reveals his struggle to reconcile his feelings of loneliness and longing for connection.
As the chapter progresses, Axel’s desperation leads him to revisit Rose’s old room, where he is confronted by the remnants of their shared life. The realization that her scent, once a source of comfort, has faded away sends him into a spiral of grief. The emptiness he experiences underscores his emotional fragility and the depth of his need for her presence. In a moment of clarity, he reaches out to Faith, signaling a pivotal decision to escape his current reality by booking a flight to London, suggesting a desperate attempt to reclaim what he has lost.
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**Before Sunrise Touches Earth We Forgive What Hurt Us by Vik Rowan Tate**
**Chapter 46**
**AXEL**
“Sir Axel?”
The voice cut through my fog like a knife, yanking me back from the depths of my thoughts. I found myself anchored in the same damn conference room, surrounded by faces that were becoming increasingly familiar yet utterly tiresome. The meeting felt like a never-ending cycle of droning voices and pointless discussions.
“Sir Axel, I was just mentioning—”
“How long have we been stuck in this meeting?” I shot back at the department manager, my tone sharper than I intended.
The atmosphere shifted, a palpable tension filling the room as my colleagues suddenly became engrossed in their notepads, as if they’d never seen a pen before. The manager glanced around, searching for support, but when he realized he was alone in his plight, he gulped nervously and turned back to me.
“An hour, sir.”
I let out a hollow scoff, the sound echoing with bitterness. “A full hour.” With a swift motion, I stood, straightening my jacket with a mix of frustration and determination. “This meeting is over.”
The manager hesitated, his brow furrowed in concern. “But sir, the deal—”
“Would you like to handle this on your own, Anthony?” I glared at him, my eyes locking onto his as he quickly averted his gaze, the silence stretching between us like a chasm. “I thought so.”
Without another word, I strode out of the room, adjusting my tie as if it were a noose tightening around my neck. We’d finalized the deal with that oil company, and just when I thought the workload might ease up, it only intensified.
“Sir, you still have a meeting scheduled with the financial officer,” Faith, my assistant, reminded me, her footsteps matching my pace as she fell into step beside me.
“Cancel it,” I replied curtly, my gaze fixed ahead. I had reached my breaking point for the day, and it was barely noon.
Even though my brothers managed their own segments of the company, it felt like the burden of responsibility never lightened. No, it only compounded, suffocating me under its weight.
“Please send Rose to my office.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once I reached my office, I finally loosened my tie and let it fall to the floor in a defiant gesture. I made my way to the mini bar, the familiar urge to drink creeping in, despite my better judgment. Father had been furious when he discovered my drinking habits, but honestly, he could shove it. I was on the verge of losing my sanity, teetering on the brink of a rampage.
I didn’t bother with a glass; instead, I took a swig straight from the bottle, my hands gripping the desk as my head dipped low.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Suddenly, the door swung open, and the scent of her perfume assaulted my senses, sharp and overwhelming.
“How many times have I told you to lose that damn perfume?” I mumbled without lifting my head, the irritation bubbling beneath my skin.
I sensed her hesitation in the air. “Uhm, I will—”
“Strip,” I commanded, finally turning to face her.
Her uncertainty evaporated, and she began to undress, taking her time as if this were a performance. But I was not interested in the show she was putting on; my eyes were drawn to her hair—red, vibrant, and bold.
It had been a year since I last laid eyes on my Rose. A year since I had heard her laughter, since I had felt the softness of her skin against mine, since her velvet lips had brushed against my own.
A part of me was withering away.
Rose finally stood before me, fully exposed, and without a word, she began to touch herself. I watched her, but she was merely a blur in my mind.
I felt a twisted sense of pride that she had left, that she had changed her number, sold the house we had bought together, and moved away to a place unknown to me. I was relieved she had escaped the monsters we had become.
Yet, at the same time, I loathed her.
I hated her for not looking back, for leaving me in this bitter, miserable state, drowning in alcohol and unable to feel anything but despair.
As she began to moan, the sounds echoing in the room, I struggled to remind myself that I was a man, that a woman pleasuring herself shouldn’t irritate me. But, as had been the case for the past five months, I felt the familiar surge of frustration.
“Stop.” I turned back to the bar, grabbing another drink. “Get out.”
She didn’t flinch; this had become our routine. She didn’t care, not when the paycheck was substantial. I had discovered her on a particularly bleak day, my mind clouded by alcohol. Her red hair had caught my eye, and when she introduced herself as Rose, I had felt the universe mocking me. Yet, I took her number, trying to fill the void that only Rosette could truly occupy.
On the last day we met, I had told her to forgive Kross, but I was merely being hypocritical, as I couldn’t forgive him myself.
He had been a wreck, showing up to work disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, hair unkempt, tie askew. And when he returned home, he locked himself away in his room, a ghost of the man he once was.
A rift had formed between us—between the three of us—a chasm none of us knew how to bridge, and even less how to mend.
I picked up my car keys and the vodka bottle, heading toward the parking lot.
They stared as I walked past, whispers trailing behind me like shadows, but I didn’t give a damn about their opinions. They could never understand the turmoil raging inside me. It felt as though something precious had been violently torn away, leaving a gaping emptiness that was slowly suffocating me.
I needed her. I needed her more than I needed to breathe. Without her, I feared I might not survive this torment.
The drive back to the mansion was a blur, a haze of thoughts and memories. I barely registered entering the house or climbing the stairs, but the moment I stepped into her room, everything came rushing back. I stood at the doorway, taking in the space that was frozen in time.
Everything was just as she had left it, every single detail intact. I approached the bed, sitting down gently, as if I might disturb the very air around me. I picked up her pillow, pressing it against my face, but my heart sank when I realized I couldn’t smell her anymore. My chest tightened, and my heart pounded violently against my ribcage.
“It’s gone,” I whispered, the realization crashing over me like a wave.
Of course it was gone. A year had passed.
It felt as though I was on the verge of unraveling completely. Her scent had been my anchor through this torturous year, my lifeline. And now… now it was nothing but a memory.
Desperate, I reached for my phone, dialing Faith’s number. She picked up on the first ring, her voice a lifeline in the darkness.
“Book me a flight to London.”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of that chaotic meeting and the hollow interactions that followed, Axel finds himself grappling with an overwhelming sense of loss and regret. The weight of his responsibilities feels insurmountable, yet it is the absence of Rose that truly devastates him. As he navigates through the fog of his despair, the remnants of their shared life haunt him, each corner of the mansion echoing with memories that are now tinged with sorrow. The realization that her scent, once a comforting presence, has faded into nothingness serves as a stark reminder of the emotional void that has consumed him. Axel’s anger, frustration, and longing intertwine, revealing the depth of his struggle not just with the external pressures of his life but with the internal battles that threaten to engulf him.
In a moment of desperation, Axel makes the decision to reach out for help, signaling a pivotal shift in his emotional arc. The choice to book a flight to London is not just a physical journey; it represents a desperate attempt to reclaim a part of himself that he thought was lost forever. It is a step toward confronting the pain he has buried beneath layers of denial and alcohol. As he prepares to embark on this journey, there is a flicker of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, he can find a way to forgive not only Rose for leaving but also himself for allowing the darkness to take hold. In this moment, Axel stands at the precipice of change, ready to face the ghosts of his past and seek the redemption that has eluded him for far too long.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect Axel to confront the ghosts of his past as he embarks on a journey to London, seeking not just the physical presence of Rose but also the emotional resolution he desperately craves. The city, with its bustling streets and hidden corners, will serve as a backdrop for Axel’s internal struggle, forcing him to grapple with the choices he made and the relationships he fractured. As he navigates through the memories that haunt him, the question looms: Will he find the closure he seeks, or will London only deepen his despair?
Moreover, the tension between Axel and his brothers, especially Kross, promises to escalate. The dynamics of their fractured relationship will be put to the test as Axel’s journey forces him to confront the underlying issues that have driven them apart. As secrets unravel and truths emerge, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to see if Axel can mend the bonds that have been severed or if the chasm between them will only widen. With each turn of the page, anticipation builds—will Axel emerge from this journey a changed man, or will he spiral further into the darkness that has consumed him for so long?
