Did not caring mean he couldn't question who she drank with?
"How is Seraphina and me the same as you and another man?" Damian said coldly. "Don't forget who you are. As long as you're Mrs. Waverly, I have every right to interfere."
'Mrs. Waverly?'
She had fewer rights in that role than an ordinary stranger.
"Yes, yours is the world's purest, most unique, indestructible love." She almost smiled. "If you love her so much, why did you tear up the divorce agreement in front of her?"
"Don't try to provoke me," he said indifferently.
"Then there's nothing to discuss." She turned her face away, unwilling even to look at him. "Please leave, Mr. Waverly."
He'd waited so long and hadn't even said what he'd come to say. Now she wanted to send him away?
She had less and less regard for him.
