Sandy’s POV
“I want my own room,” I announced, stopping Anthony in his tracks as he showed me the last bedroom.
“Huh?” He turned around and on his face was a look of shock. “Your room? Why… I mean, we could–”
I scoffed. “You told me yesterday how you want things to end and how you need things to be from now on, so tell me why we should share a room, Anthony? This marriage is a contract, isn’t it? Which means, there is no reason for us to share a room, unless we have guests sleeping over. Then we can pretend to be the happy couple that is madly in love with each other.”
I wanted him to feel hurt by his stupid decision just as I was and with the flash of something in his eyes, I knew that he was, which made me very satisfied with myself.
“Sandy.” He sighed and took a step toward me. “I…
