No amount of devotion could wring a real heart out of a man who didn't have one.
"Leave him."
I turned and headed for the stairs, my voice even. "I'm tired. I'm going to rest."
My footsteps didn't falter. The bedroom lock clicked open, and behind me, Dominic's gaze landed on my retreating back.
"Ava. I'm home."
I paused for half a second. Didn't turn around. Kept walking.
His voice shifted, edged with displeasure.
"Did you not hear me?"
Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs after me.
"What's gotten into you lately?"
He followed me into the bedroom, irritation threading through every syllable.
"You skip the family gatherings. You bail on the company gala. And now you can't even be bothered to acknowledge me when I walk through the door?"
"Nothing's gotten into me." My tone was flat. Almost amused. "I just realized there's no point anymore."
"No point?" His brow furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
I lifted my head and looked him straight in the eyes. Two lifetimes as his wife. I'd told myself it wasn't just an arranged marriage. We'd grown up together, at least. Partners, if nothing else. But in the end, none of it mattered once his precious soulmate fell from the sky.