CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DANE’S POV
I’d f****d up really bad and looking at my wife holding so much hatred for me in her gaze made me feel like someone had ripped out my heart brutally and squashed it. It was a look I never thought I’d witness before, behind the glasses she wore but then again, I deserved it in every way. How could get drunk and say all hats stuff she claimed? I wanted to call her out, snap at her for being unable to understand my predicament but I knew I had no right. I hadn’t intended for any of this to happen and yet here I was, standing while gazing into the loathing in my wife’s eyes.
“Chanel,” I tried again.
She stood up, her gaze level with mine as she spat rather condescendingly, “Did I speak a language you didn’t understand? Get. The. Hell. Away. From. Miami. I don’t w
