“Is that what you think of me?” I asked quietly.
Rowan’s expression didn’t change. His silence was answer enough.
I swallowed hard, my nails digging into my palms, tears welled up in my eyes. “You’ve always believed that, haven’t you? That I married you for money. That I stayed because I needed your wealth.”
He ran his hand through his temples as he said. “You know what? All this is bullshit. Just tell me what you want and drop
the act. No one’s here to pity you anymore. Grandma isn’t here.”
I took a deep breath, pushing back the tears burning behind my eyes. “Whatever you think doesn’t matter anymore. Sign the agreement. Let’s settle this. Leaving you is the only way forward for me.”
I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, Rowan’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist and yanking me back.
“Rowan-”
His lips crashed onto mine, hard and demanding.
For a second, I froze. His warmth, his scent, the force of him–it was all too familiar, too intoxicating. But then, like a slap of
ice–cold water, reality hit me.
I shoved him away, my palm striking his face with a sharp crack.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I snap, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
Rowan didn’t move, didn’t speak. His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and stormy as they locked onto mine.
“Are you really serious about leaving?” His voice was dangerously soft now, like a blade sliding from its sheath. “Try it. See what happens. Janet.”
I held my chin high. “Watch me.”
And this time, I walked away without looking back.
