**Finnian's POV**“You have been moody ever since you got back from that event,” Blair said to me, her voice cold.I wasn’t in the mood to talk or explain the rage and humiliation that were eating me alive, especially not to Blair. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, leaving red marks.“I just have a lot on my mind,” I told her half-heartedly, not even bothering to look at her."Yeah? A lot like Leylie, right?"The name triggered something ugly in my mind. I stood up before I even realized I was moving, my finger trembling as I pointed it at her face. "What the hell, Blair! I’m not in the mood for your bullshit tonight. I’ve had a hectic day, and I’ve got a damn headache!"She didn’t flinch. Instead, she smirked, letting out a dry chuckle that made my blood boil even more. “Finnian, you are absolutely pathetic, you know that, right? I made a big mistake marrying you. Honestly, maybe I should have gone after
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