Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ana
I watched in total silence as he pushed himself up from the floorboards and slowly fixed his gaze on me. He brushed off his clothes, glaring down at my face with a mixture of confusion and irritation. He asked me exactly why I was acting this way tonight, muttering that I was still his lawful wife, so he had every right to touch my body whenever he wanted.
I looked right into his eyes, my expression full of cold, unyielding disgust. "The exact same hands you used to touch Ema just a short while ago, you now want to turn around and use those same hands to touch me? How completely disgusting can you possibly be, Desmond? For a man like you, you are absolutely not worth touching a single piece of my skin anymore."
He flinched at my harsh words, his brow furrowin
