Chapter 70
The Separation
Mary's POV
Three days.
It had been three days since my fight with Andrew, and we'd barely spoken to each other.
We lived in the same penthouse, breathed the same air, but we might as well have been strangers. He left early in the morning before I woke up. He came home late at night after I'd gone to bed. When we did see each other in the hallways, he looked right through me like I wasn't there.
It hurt more than I could describe.
I kept replaying our fight in my head. The look on his face when I told him I'd met with Marco Valentino. The way his voice had shaken with rage and betrayal. The way he'd told me to get out of his sight.
Part of me wanted to go to him, to explain everything, to make him understand why I'd done what I did. But the other part of me
