Compared to the man I used to know, Vincent looked completely wrecked.
He’d lost weight, his eyes dull and lifeless, his whole presence clouded with exhaustion and gloom.
But the second he saw me, there was a sudden spark of light in his eyes.
Then, just as quickly, his gaze narrowed in frustration. “Andrea. You’re really making me chase you down, huh?”
—
I thought seeing him again would stir something heartbreak, hatred.
But standing face to face, I felt… nothing.
I stared at him, expressionless. “What do you want, Mr. Blackthorne?”
The way I addressed him – cold, formal made irritation flicker across his face.
He frowned. “How long are you going to keep this up?”
I almost laughed.
After everything, he still thought I was just throwing a tantrum?
Vincent, as always, had his own narrative. “You’re only hanging around my enemy to spite me, aren’t you?”
sighed. “I’d suggest you to get a therapy. No one needs your crazy here.”
He wasn’t used to seeing me this cold. The more I shut him down, the angrier he got.
“Andrea, my patience has limits. Don’t push me. I know I’ve wronged you in the past. I’ll apologize. But that doesn’t give you the right to act like this.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “When exactly did you ever give me the freedom to ‘act like this,‘ Mr.
Blackthorne?”
Vincent was momentarily speechless, his brows furrowing tight in frustration.
I held his gaze. “No amount of apologies will fix the past. But that doesn’t matter. We’re divorced. Please, stop showing up in my life.”
With that, I stepped around him, ready to leave.
But he grabbed my wrist tightly, his voice low and cold. “No, you begged to marry me. And since
never gave you permission to leave, you can’t leave!”
His grip was strong. I couldn’t break free. “Let go of me!”
Vincent ignored me and started pulling me toward his car. “I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”
yanked my head down and bit into his wrist hard.
He cried out, loosening his grip and I immediately stepped back.
‘I told you
–
we’re divorced!”
Hearing that word seemed to send him into a rage. His face darkened and he lunged for me again.
Just then, Katia appeared out of nowhere and swung her purse right at his head.
Chester 35
لا اگر باکره با کر
