He strode forward quickly and reached her just as she was about to place it inside the trunk. He grabbed the suitcase from her hands and shoved it roughly to the side. It toppled onto the ground.
Before she could react, he slammed the trunk shut with a loud bang.
Sophia straightened and turned around.
Their eyes met.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
She looked at him, clearly startled. She hadn’t expected him home this early. He usually returned much later at night.
For a brief second, she said nothing. She had planned to leave before he got back.
But now he was standing in front of her.
She took a slow breath, forcing herself to stay calm.
“What’s it got to do with you, Mr. Graves?” she said evenly. “Please move out of my way. Stop disturbing me.”
She tried to step past him.
He grabbed her arm instantly and pulled her back.
“I asked where you’re going!” he barked. “Isn’t that a simple question? What’s so complicated about answering it? Where the hell are you going?”
Her eyes hardened.
“I told you, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Our contract is over.”
Magnus stepped closer, towering over her. His face dipped down, their noses almost inches apart.
“You are my wife,” he growled. “I have the right to know where you’re going.”
She let out a short, bitter laugh.
“Now you remember I’m your wife?” she shot back. “You didn’t remember that when you were in a hotel room with your ex-girlfriend. You didn’t remember that when I was drugged and you protected the culprit.”
Her voice turned colder with every word.
“Stop pretending to be my husband. The game is over.”
Magnus froze.
The coldness in her gaze hit him harder than any slap could have. His grip on her arm loosened slightly.
Sophia grabbed his wrist firmly and yanked his hand off her arm.
Then she turned away without another word.
She walked to her car, lifted her suitcase, and placed it inside the trunk. The lid slammed shut with a sharp click.
Without looking back, she moved to the driver’s side, opened the door, and slid into the seat, pulling it closed behind her.
Magnus stood there, unmoving.
The engine started.
And before he could react—
