But all I felt now was emptiness.
The heart I’d fought so hard to save was beating in his chest—
but it no longer belonged to me.
“Lucas,” I said quietly, my voice calm, almost cold.
“I won’t be making breakfast for you anymore. It’s time you learned how
to live on your own.”
He froze, then sneered.
“Learn to live? Don’t forget who saved me. If you weren’t my wife, I’d
be dead by now.”
I closed my fingers around the cup in my hand, lips curling into a
faint, bitter smile.
“Yes, I saved you. I just never realized every beat of your heart would
depend on someone else’s indifference.”
His eyes darkened.
Before he could respond, the sound of soft footsteps came from the
dining room.
Nova appeared, sauntering in.
Her silk nightgown shimmered under the morning light, every line of her
body steeped in intimacy.
“Oh, another round of the married couple drama?” she teased, leaning
against the doorframe. “Lucas, breakfast’s ready. I boiled eggs for you.
The doctor said your heart needs special care.”
I caught the emphasis on “heart,” and it felt like a blade twisting
through my chest.
My fingers tightened; I almost crushed the bowl in my hand.
“You should feel lucky,” I said with a sweet, venomous smile. “If you