Donald's POV
The door was already ajar, Laura wanting to take her leave. I didn't even understand. When did she become like this? I found it hard to digest.
A fresh wave of frustration, hot and sharp, washed over me. “Wait,” I blurted out, the word escaping before I could censor it. “What exactly do you mean by going to Paris without my approval?”
It was a ridiculous question, I knew. Laura didn’t need my approval for anything, especially not for her extravagant whims. But the sheer audacity, the blatant disregard for our… whatever this was between us, struck a nerve.
She paused, her hand on the doorknob, and turned, a slow, deliberate movement that heightened the tension in the room. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face. It was like a fleeting expression that might ha
