I screamed and closed my eyes, backing into the wall.
I could feel him breathing in my face.
Fuck.
I slowly opened my eyes and took in the fire-breathing dragon in front of me. And suddenly, I was just angry.
I slammed my fists on his chest. “How could you do this to me? How could you make me like this? Huh? What gives you the right?”
I slammed my fists on his chest once more, then over and over again, and it wasn’t fucking enough.
I just…
I just wanted so badly to hurt him.
Tears stung my eyes. “Am I your wife, or am I your whore? Do you want a fucking marriage, or am I supposed to just sit there and look pretty!”
I screamed the last word.
I was sure Elena could hear us, but I couldn’t fucking bring myself to care.
Gabriel’s jaw twitched, and he pressed me into the wall.
My heart banged loudly in my chest.
“You are mine!” he roared. His hands balled in tight fists on the wall. “Mine, and fucking mine alone. You will be everything to me. You will be my wife and my whore. You will listen to me, and you won’t fucking ask any more questions. Understand,mi cariño?”
I slapped him.
I didn’t know who was more surprised at that slap—him or me—but when I pushed him away, he easily gave way.
He cupped his cheek and looked at me with incredulous eyes.
We stood there and stared at each other for a beat, both of us breathing hard.
I spoke first. “You’re breaking my heart. You might as well just break me.”
And with that, I left his office.
I passed Elena on the way, and she shot me a look filled with sympathy. I ignored her and rushed up the stairs, but I didn’t go back to the master bedroom I shared with Gabriel.
I took one of the guest rooms instead, lying in bed under the covers.
It was hot outside today, but I felt cold.
So cold.
And it took me a moment too long to realize I was crying.
19
GABRIEL
My fistclenched and unclenched as I stared at the empty space she had just left.
Of course, she would want fucking answers.
My mistake was not burning those fucking pictures when I had the chance.