I threw my phone across the room and watched it crash into the wall, shattering into parts I couldn’t keep count of. Hot tears burned my eyes and I dug the heel of my palm into my eyes to keep from crying. She didn’t understand half of what the fuck she talked about. Isabel had no idea how it felt…this gnawing ache in my chest. It was killing me slowly, robbing me of the will to continue, and as for my first child, Chris…
A key suddenly scraped in the lock, sending a jolt through me. I stiffened and schooled my expression to hide any evidence of my breakdown.
The front door creaked open and Rhysand walked in. I hadn’t seen him in what…Two weeks? Yet he didn’t even glance my way as he strolled towards the kitchen, muttering under his breath.
“What is this?” I heard him yell from the kitchen before he materialized by the doorway. “No dinner?”
I ignored him and turned my gaze to the ceiling.
Rhysand stopped back to where I sat, the stench of adultery clinging to his body stung my nostrils. “I said, where’s dinner?”
Silence still. My weapon of choice tonight.