Her breath caught as she stared up at him.
His eyes were bloodshot—burning, raw, furious.
Is he talking about Elias?
Is he… jealous?
The realization only poured fuel onto her anger.
The image of Celia clinging to him not even an hour ago was still fresh in her mind.Hewas the one sneaking around with his ex.Hewas the one allowing her to hang all over him. And now he had the audacity to act like this?
Her teeth clenched.
With a sharp movement, she grabbed his wrists and tore his hands off her shoulders, twisting out of his grasp again.
“And isn’t that the same for you, Mr. Graves?” she shot back, her voice cutting. “Didn’tyoualready find your next wife?”
His face darkened instantly.
“What?” His voice sharpened, a deep frown carving itself between his brows. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I don’t have time to explain every little thing to you,” she said, dragging in a breath, forcing her voice steady even as her glare intensified. “We have just a few weeks left before the contract expires. So what right do you have to care who my next husband is?”
Magnus’s jaw clenched hard.
His temper finally snapped. His jaw clenched hard as he stared at her, a finger lifting as if to lash out with words—only to drop halfway, his expression twisting with restrained fury.
“So this is who you are?” His voice was cold, edged with open disdain. “You finally showed your true face.”
His gaze raked over her, sharp and unforgiving. “You realized you couldn’t win me over, so you turned to another rich man instead?”
His lips curled slightly, the expression cruel. “Is clinging to men all you know how to do?” He leaned in just enough for the words to sting. “Is that all you can do with your damn life?”
Sophia’s hands tightened into fists.
The anger on her face drained away, replaced by something far colder—serious, piercing. When she lifted her head, her stare cut straight through him.
The air between them seemed to chill as their eyes met.
“Since you think so,” she said slowly, her voice calm to the point of emptiness, “I’ll make sure you’re not proven wrong.”
Something in him snapped.
Magnus’s jaw clenched hard, fury surging as a dark, dangerous light settled into his eyes. Without warning, his hand shot out. He grabbed the back of her head, fingers sliding into her hair, tightening brutally as he yanked her toward him, forcing her to look at him.
“Sophia,” he said in a low, lethal tone, “if you dare cheat on me with another fucking asshole while I’m still your husband—”
His grip tightened.
“—I will destroyevery last thingyour grandmother left you.”
Her breath hitched.
For a split second, her gaze dropped. When she looked back up, fear flickered through her eyes—but it didn’t erase the hurt that followed.
“I don’t make empty threats,” he added coldly, without hesitation.
She stared at him, disbelief slowly giving way to something far more painful. Disappointment settled clearly across her face.
