CHAPTER 30
MARY
Mary grabbed the leather cushion of the bar stool—she needed something to hold on to—and shook her head at the love of her life.
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said ’no.’ I decline your proposal.”
“It wasn’t a proposal. I said I want to get separated.”
The words almost shattered her. Again. How could he speak those words so casually while every syllable tore her apart? Something fishy was going on here. There was no way that the man who had made such passionate love to her just last night would change like this overnight.
“Tell me the real reason why you’re doing this.”
Please let there be a reason.
Please don’t say you got fed up with me. That you want your freedom back. That you regret our marriage.
Hector let out a frustrated sigh. “Truth is, I’m done playing house. It
