Page 70 of His Bride

Manipulation and coercion?

Divorce papers and cum.

You’re disgusting.

Talents, love. I’ve got them all.

Except humility.

That’s for peasants.

And modesty?

Overrated. But hey, I’ve got sarcasm. Does that count?

If it did, you'd be the king of something for once.

That’s why you love me.

Debatable.

Oh, come on. Admit it. You’re obsessed with me.

I’m obsessed with wondering how I ended up in this conversation.

There’s a long pause, and just when I think he won’t respond, another message pops up.

Don’t do this…

My heart constricts.

We never wanted this anyway. It’s for the best.

Who’re you trying to convince?

I sniff, leaning my head back, trying my best not to cry despite the overwhelming urge.

I’m not letting you go.

You don’t have a choice.

You’re mine.

Not anymore.

I’ve always been a sentimental guy.

You don’t even know the meaning.

I get attached to pretty things. Obsessed, really. Tend to have trouble letting them go.

ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S MY WIFE.

Goodbye, Caelian.

Tears slip down my cheeks, and I switch off my phone, dropping it on the table.

The level of mindfucks this man is putting me through should be illegal. It’s torture, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive it for much longer.

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