He takes a step closer, his fists clenched, and for a moment, I see just how unhinged he’s become. I meet his gaze, my hands trembling, but I keep them hidden behind my back.
“You can’t blame me for this, Alex. You broke up with me! I wouldn’t be with Benedict if it weren’t for you! Why would you end things if this meant so much to you?”
“To put you in your place!” he spits, his voice dripping with bitterness. “I figured you’d just go home, lick your wounds, and then I’d give you some half-ass apology, and we’d move on. But you had to pull a stupid stunt like this!”
I glare at him, feeling my own anger ignite. “Do you even hear yourself? You thought I’d just come crawling back to you?”
“You don’t understand,” he seethes, his eyes wild. “Do you even know who you married? Benedict is a fucking convict! He’s a loser. Dad always thought so. That’s why I was supposed to win! I had everything lined up, and you — ”
He cuts himself off, his breath ragged, and I realize he’s struggling to keep control.
I don’t care. I can feel the rage boiling inside me, and I let it spill over. “Benedict has the girl, the title, and the inheritance. Looks to me like you’re the fucking loser.”
His eyes blaze with raw hatred, and for a moment, fear settles low in my stomach. I take a step back, putting more distance between us, but Alex advances, his face twisted with fury.