Page 52 of Shattered Dreams
Annie.
There’s a long pause, then I hear him exhale.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Dressed likethat?”
I finally meet his eyes in the mirror. “Yes. Dressed likethis.”
His jaw flexes. “Who with?”
“Does it matter?”
He steps into the room, arms crossed. He looks like he hasn’t slept—stubble across his jaw, eyes bloodshot and wild. “You’re not doing this, Ava. Not to me.”
I turn slowly, one heel clicking against the floor. “But it was okay foryouto do this tome, right? Not everything is aboutyou, Roman.”
He gapes at me, before clapping his lips together in a firm line that tells me he’s fucking pissed.
Good.
I used to love his alpha energy, used to find it so sexy. I guess I still do.
Remember Annie.
His gaze drops to my dress, then drags back up to my eyes, like he’s trying to find the wife he used to know somewhere in the unfamiliar form of the woman standing in front of him.
“You’re doing this to punish me,” he mutters.
I smile. “Maybe I am.”
“You don’t evenknowthis guy.” His jaw ticks, and adrenaline pumps through my body.
Who knew I was into this? Driving my cheating husband insane with jealousy?
“His name’s Adam. He’s kind, and he makes me laugh. And he didn’t cheat on me while I raised our daughter.”
Roman flinches.
I don’t apologise.
He steps closer. “I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else.”
Oh, and I fucking loved the thought of you fucking Annie.
Instead, I shrug. “You should’ve thought about that before.”
Then I grab my perfume, spritz it at my neck, and watch as his expression darkens. He used to love this scent. He used to bury his face in my neck and tell me I smelled like home.
Now he looks like he might break something.
“You’re still married tome,” he grinds out. “You’re still mywife.”
“And you’re still the man who wrecked our marriage.” I hold his gaze as I walk past him, my heels loud and sharp on the hardwood floor.
He follows me downstairs. “Is this what you want now? To be with someone else?”
