I'd always been weak, and Jaxton had disciplined me many times for it.
Yet each time, I would end up snuggling into his embrace, whispering with a smile, "But I still have you, right?"
At those words, Jaxton would tighten his hold on me, resting his head on mine with a mixture of resignation and affection. "I just can't win with you."
It was baffling how I couldn't reconcile the person in front of me with the Jaxton I knew.
I understood that people changed, but how could it be so unrecognizable?
"Louisa, here's the deal. Once the baby is born, I'll give her a sum of money and send her abroad, okay?" Jaxton said, gripping my shoulders with a look of impatience that felt like a sharp sting.
His gaze made me feel like I was the unreasonable one.
I pushed him away with a forceful shove, and with a look of cold determination, I slapped him hard.
Jaxton stood there, stunned, as if he couldn't believe I'd react this way. It was out of character for me, the usually mild-mannered one.
"Louisa! You..."
Without a word, I gave him another sharp slap, my eyes cold and unfeeling.
"Jaxton, you're disgusting. Let's get a divorce."