Quit

RIX’s P.O.V.

I took a step forward, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. "I want to quit," I said quietly.

Apollo's eyebrow raised. "Quit what?"

"Being your contracted wife, being a slave under this stupid deal," I said, my voice growing more confident as I spoke.

Apollo frowned. "You know the deal, Beatrix. You signed a contract."

"I know,'' I said, nodding. "But I can't take it anymore. I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not. I'm tired of living this life. I'm tired of pretending I can take everything and I can breathe everything, when I can't. I’m tired.”

Apollo stood up, towering over me. "You knew what you were getting into when you signed that contract," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You agreed to be my contracted wife for six months. You can't back out now."

I swallowed hard, my throat feeling tight as I was trying so hard not to cry. "I know," she said softly. "But I can't keep doing this. It's not who I am."

Apollo stared at me for a long moment, his expr