He relaxed into the moment, a smirk playing at his lips, his voice laced with a teasing charm. "Are you jealous?"
“If I’d known a treasure like you was out there, I would’ve treated you like royalty from the start,” he continued, his tone softening. “You’re not going anywhere. How could I let you slip away?”
He laughed suddenly, lowering his head as his voice dropped into a mocking murmur. "I haven’t slept with her. A socialite like that, too dirty."
"Natasha, I’m not dirty."
"You’re different. You’re cleaner."
"You know there’s nothing between me and her, Natasha. You don’t realize how much I care about you."
His voice softened, each word carrying a trace of something deeper, something almost longing.
I could feel my body go rigid. Was he implying that he'd walk away if he found someone even cleaner than me?
Just as the thought crossed my mind, the sharp snap of a camera jolted me. I froze, stunned, as he sneered, “I know you’re thinking about divorce, but I don’t agree. Don’t even dream of it.”
“Forget about that man and stay with me, alright?”
I pushed against him, defiance boiling over. “And if I refuse?”