“There’s no difference,” Hunter said. His voice was still icy, his dark eyes still hooded.
I felt a pit open in my chest. I was empty and numb, but at the same time raw and exposed. My physical symptoms weren’t helping either.
As we’d been talking, the nausea and headaches that were becoming more and more constant had worsened.
I couldn’t go on like this much longer. Neither my heart nor my body could take it.
“Why not just reject me and divorce me now?” My voice sounded more pleading than I would have liked. Like I was begging him. I wanted to continue talking. To tell him I couldn’t go on like this because it was breaking my heart.
Instead I kept my face still and tried not to cry. Or throw up.
His face didn’t change.
“This matter is under my control. You just need to follo
