Diego’s words hung in the air, his frustration evident. Esmeralda’s brows furrowed, her eyes blazing with anger. “Can you hear yourself?” she asked, her voice cold and sharp. “How exactly did I not make it easier for you, Diego? I forgave you. I came back to this sham of a marriage, despite every instinct telling me not to. I swallowed my pride and gave you another chance. What more could you possibly want?”
Diego groaned, running a hand through his hair and pacing slightly. “You forgave me, sure,” he said, his voice rising. “But you didn’t let me in, Esme. You wouldn’t touch me, wouldn’t look at me without that... that disgust in your eyes. You acted like I was a disease. How the hell was I supposed to fix things when you didn’t want to?”
Esmeralda scoffed, her grip tightening on the ar
