Vivian Carter ’s POV
When the call connected, I nearly ground my teeth as I said, "Dominic Blackwood, what do you want from me?"
Dominic Blackwood's tone was devoid of any guilt. "You used to handle these things, but now that you've stirred things up, you've messed up my plans. Of course, I've forgotten about it."
Implying that it was my job to take care of everything, he blamed me for not being able to find his stomach medicine. This was classic Dominic Blackwood—always pushing the blame onto me, including the fact that I fell in love with him and married him. It seemed everything was my fault.
I could barely contain my frustration. "Dominic Blackwood, we're about to get a divorce. You should be getting used to this kind of life!"
I wasn't his maid, catering to his every need. Honest
