Amira hadn’t thought her plan through. She had not expected Xavier to follow her outside, seeing as he hadn’t followed her in the beginning when they had argued inside the house. It seemed like this was not the same to him. And in a way, it sure as hell wasn’t.
“Where are you going?” He thundered as he grabbed her wrist.
She tried to free her hand but to no avail. “What is it to you?”
“As far as I know you are still my wife,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Am I?” She challenged, eyes hard on him even though she wanted to cry so badly.
“What’s wrong with you? I thought we were good,” he breathed out in a tired manner.
“We were until she came along,” she told him, wishing he’d come to reason and see things from where she stood.
“Princesa,” he began.
“Don’t,” she she held up her fr
