Chapter 70
Azalea didn’t wait for him to finish.
“I don’t want to hear whatever it is you have to say,” she cut him off, her voice sharper than she intended. She dropped the paper onto the table with a soft thud, the sound almost mocking in the heavy silence between them. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Her steps were quick, almost a run by the time she reached the bedroom. She pushed the door shut and locked it, leaning against it for a moment as if to block not just him, but the entire world out. Her hands were trembling.
She slid down to the floor, her breath shaky. And then the tears came. Hot. Unwelcome. Stupid.
Why am I even crying? She thought bitterly, swiping at her cheeks.
It wasn’t as if they were in love. This marriage wasn’t born out of roma
