A bitter laugh escaped him. “You really think you can just walk away?”
I swallowed. “There’s nothing left between us. Celeste is gone. And you…” My voice wavered. “You’re a monster.”
His expression darkened, and he stepped closer, suffocating me. “You think you can divorce me and just move on?”
I refused to flinch. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Marco grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was a warning.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he murmured. “If you leave me, I will ruin you.”
My heart pounded, but I glared at him. “Go ahead. Do your worst.”
He smirked, but it wasn’t amusement.
“Oh, I will.”
Then his voice dropped, laced with something close to fear.
“You don’t get it, do you?” He chuckled bitterly. “My grandfather chose you for me. You think he’ll just let you go?”
I froze.
Marco’s grandfather. The man who controlled the Rivera empire. The man who had forced Marco to marry me.
The memory hit me like a freight train.
I had met Marco as a patient, a car accident victim I’d cared for. I’d fallen for him. And when his grandfather decided I was perfect for Marco, I didn’t resist.