“For what, Sunshine?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly, lips twitching in that infuriating way.
“For sleeping with my sister,” I said, the words tasting bitter and strange. It still felt so abnormal to say it out loud.
He gave a short, cold laugh. “Apologies are for the weak, Elizabeth. I wasn’t raised like that. I wouldn’t have earned my ruthless reputation if I went around saying sorry.”
I blinked, thrown by how effortlessly cruel he could be.
Not a single flicker of emotion marred Christian’s expression.
His voice was flat, his tone final like he meant every word.
I blinked, my throat tightening.
“But I’m your wife,” I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
His expression didn’t soften. If anything, his voice turned colder.
“On paper, Elizabeth. Do
