Chapter 64

-JOANNE

Four days had passed since the incident in the hotel suite.

Hardy and I were back in the mansion, and the tension between us was palpable.

We hadn't spoken much since I challenged him to end my life, and he had walked away without comment.

We both seemed to understand that it was better to give each other space, but it didn't make things any less awkward.

His behavior was juvenile, moping about Lisa's death as if everyone else was to blame.

At first, I thought it was jealousy fueling my irritation, but as I ruminated over the baby growing inside me, the real cause became clear: anger. Unrelenting, simmering anger that boiled just below the surface.

It was infuriating to watch him wallow in self-pity while I carried the weight of responsibility, the burden of life, within me.

Standing in my room and staring at the manically desired painting that somewhat gave me slight solace and redirected my anger every now and then.

Trinity walked into the room, looking tired.

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