“Don’t twist this around, Alexandra,” he growled. “You know damn well that nothing’s going on between Jane and me.”
“I’m twisting everything?” I scoffed, my voice rising. “You’ve been treating her like she’s your wife while I’m left to rot on the sidelines. And now you have the nerve to accuse me of disgracing you? You’ve been disgracing me for years!”
He took another step toward me, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’re my wife, Alexandra. You don’t get to act like that in front of my men. Sebastian is my second-in-command. You made me look weak.”
I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes. “Weak? You think I made you look weak?” My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “No, Louis. You made yourself look weak when you let Jane come between us. You made yourself look weak when you chose her, time and time again.”
Louis’s face hardened, his jaw tight as he tried to defend himself. “I didn’t choose her. You’re the one who’s always looking for something to blame. Always trying to make this about Jane.”