“You imagined all of it, didn’t you? Every soft word, every time I held you… you twisted it into some grand love story in that broken little head of yours. But deep down you knew, you always knew I was just tolerating you. Keeping you around because it was convenient. Because helping you, then breaking you is fun.”
He leans in, breath hot against my ear.
“So go ahead. Keep telling yourself I’m the one who’s in the wrong. Keep pretending this is all some fucking nightmare instead of the truth you’ve been too stupid to see.”
Tears stream unchecked down my cheeks, hot and humiliating as he continues.
“And you know what’s the funniest part? By the time you wake up tomorrow, you will still want me to love you anyway.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I whisper, my watery gaze desperately scanning his.
Law rises slowly, spine straight, chin lifting like a king about to pass judgment, and his voice drops even lower, delivering the killing blow.
“You are, and always will be, daddy’s damaged goods. Used, abused and passed around like a broken fucking toy before I was foolish enough to keep you.”
My eyes bulge, horror slamming into me like a freight train.
“What did you just say?” The words rip from my throat, wrath and shock twisting together.
“But despite all that…” His empty tone drags out in an evil scornful drawl as his gaze drops shamelessly to my heaving breasts, lingering like he’s assessing their worth. “You’re still my wife, and unfortunately, you’ll do… for now.”
The room spins, his last insults blur into something nightmarish while I shake my head.
“Law…” My voice fractures, vision swimming. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!”
I explode, my scream tearing through the mansion like thunder. But it doesn’t even move him. His brows pinch together in fake confusion, as if I’m the crazy one.
“You really didn’t think I would dig into what you are, or who you came from before I married you?” He lets out a soft, cruel chuckle.
“I’m done!” I yell, trying to shove past him, but as always, he doesn’t let me.
His hand snaps out like a viper, fingers twisting brutally into my hair, yanking my head back with vicious force.
The other clamps around my jaw like a vice, hard enough to bruise bone and draw blood from the inside of my cheek.
“Broken, ungrateful cunts like you shouldn’t talk back to their husbands, Blaire,” he growls, the heat from his words scalding my skin. “You never loved me, you couldn’t love me. You’re too fucked up, too ruined, too disgusting to even understand what true love is. All you’ve ever done is cling to me like a blood-sucking parasite.”
His grip tightens, eyes gleaming with pure evil as he watches me crumble.
“You built this whole fantasy in your sick head, and now you’re crying because I won’t keep pretending with you?”
“I loved you,” I weep, the words mangled and wet against the crushing pressure of his hand. “I gave you all of me. My trust, my body, my heart. You were the first to have that. Youwere the only one I ever let in!” Tears choke me as I force the rest out. “You promised I could rely on you, Law!
Law’s lips curl into a slow, vicious sneer, his eyes glittering with disdain.
“No… it’s the money, isn’t it?” His voice drops into a mocking leer that makes my stomach coil. “Or maybe you just love playing the victim so you can run off and give yourself to anyone who’ll pity-fuck you. Yeah, that’s it, right?”
His hand pinches my jaw harder until I wince.
“Tonight you defied me, Blaire And now it all makes sense. You’re eager for any scrap of attention, and another man’s cock. Once an easy cunt always an easy cunt.”
I stare at him, the gaslighting wrapping around my throat.
“Every single day,” he continues, voice calm and cutting, “you beg to be punished. Every day you find new ways to disobey me. Every day you make my life a little more fucking annoying with your clingy bullshit.”
Rage explodes through the hurt, and surges up my spine before fear can stop me.
My arm swings hard, and my palm cracks across his cheek in a sharp, satisfying slap that booms through the room.
