MARGO POV
TWO YEARS LATER.
When did everything start to go to s**t? I turned to face Miguel who was busy pulling on his suit with a nonchalant attitude that did nothing but irritate me to no end. It was like he didn't care at all. I was sure if someone was holding a knife to my throat, he'd just sit back and watch until they slit it open. We had been so happy, so why was this happening to us?
His gaze met mine in the mirror, and he sighed as he dragged his hand through his hair before turning to face me. "Do you really have to do this every blessed morning?" he asked accusingly and I arched a brow.
"What are you talking about... I haven't even said anything yet"
"Do you have to when your eyes are already screaming your displeasure, huh?" he gritted out, then exhaled. "Fine. Spit it o
