“You dare ask me that?” he shouted. “When you can’t even let go of Adrian?” His voice thundered. “Don’t think I didn’t know—you went to his grave. You cried there after telling me you loved me. You’re a hypocrite!”
Something inside me shattered completely.
“You used me,” he sneered. “So what if I use you too? That’s all this ever was. Nothing more.”
“I don’t want this,” I whispered, my voice shaking, barely audible.
“I’m not asking,” he snapped. “I’m giving you an order.”
At that moment, the door opened and Helena stepped inside. Her complexion was pale, her voice gentle. “Are you arguing because of me? I’m sorry, Dominic. I didn’t mean to cause trouble—”
He immediately pulled her into his arms. “No, Helena. Don’t apologize.” His gaze flicked toward me. “She’ll cook for you. It’s time she repays everything she’s taken from me.”
I didn’t have the strength to argue anymore.
My cheek throbbed, my body shook, my heart felt like it was bleeding out. I lowered my head and walked into the kitchen.
My hands trembled as I chopped vegetables, my vision swimming with tears. The knife slipped once, nearly slicing my skin, but I kept going. I just wanted it over with.