Anne didn’t know how to react to what he said. She found it funny that he had blamed her for his own misfortunes. It was a shame; she had only seen him through rose-coloured glasses, but now, thinking about it, to him, he was never wrong. She was always wrong, whereas he was always right. He wanted to control her, and he had been successful at it. Countless times, James had made her sign away her business deals, using the love she had for him against her. And now, he dared to ask if she was happy that his reputation was ruined?
Anne chuckled, her lips forming an upturned smirk. “Really? You dare to ask me that question?”
“Yes, I do. Are you above being asked that?” James shot back, leaning against his chair, his eyes narrowing with that familiar, condescending glare that always made her
