CHRISTIAN
Even after storming off to the golf course, her words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head—looping over and over like a damn broken record.
Do you see me as your wife now? Or are you just toying with me as part of the hate you feel?
I gritted my teeth and grabbed a club, gripping it so hard I nearly dented it.
The course was mostly empty, save for a few players in the distance and some women lounging nearby, their eyes fixed on me like I was their next meal. Normally, I wouldn’t even notice. Right now, I didn’t care.
I’d been here for over two hours, and all I could think about was Penelope—and how mad I was at her.
Was I toying with her? No. She was mine. But why did her words make something twist in my chest?
I took my stance, positioning the ball before swinging hard. Too
