CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
When I trudged in back at the hotel, my eyes fell on my husband dosing off in the lounge. I stopped for a full minute to stare at him, the anger of what he had reduced me to, burning through me. It felt like I hated him now more than I ever loved him in three years. There were scars on his face, definitely from that fight with Eros. I should have stayed longer to watch it. I wanted to feel sorry for him but instead I got madder. He had the audacity to get jealous when he was the one who was f*****g around with his ex while breaking my heart without a second thought.
As though sensing my presence, he suddenly stirred awake, his gaze falling on me. For a second, relief swept his eyes but then something close to anger bubbled through them as he matched towards me. Confusi
