The Billionaire’s Deaf Wife
I replied
“Yes, of course. Anything to see you sweat.”
Fucking bastard.
“You’re not here to see me sweat, Edward. Like I said earlier, coward.” My tone was sharp, but beneath the surface, restlessness gnawed at me. The longer I spoke, the angrier I became. But Edward didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to sense the fury; otherwise, he’d pour gasoline on it by hurting Maria.
“I’m no coward,” he spat. “You are. For having such an obvious weakness. Who would have thought, the great Elias Moreno, the face of New York, reduced to this because of a woman no less. Your enemies are enjoying this, don’t you think?”
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