The room remained still after the door slammed shut, the echo of the impact reverberating through the air.
Lucas sat there, his eyes locked on the door as if expecting Julia to burst back in.
But she didn't.
The silence stretched on, and Lucas's grip tightened around the armrests of his wheelchair, his knuckles turning white.
A slow breath escaped his lips, though it did little to calm the anger that pulsed in his chest.
He hadn't meant to lose control like that, but Julia had a talent for dragging him into places he didn't want to go.
She always knew how to push his buttons, how to provoke him just enough to get a reaction.
And the worst part? She thrived on it.
As long as it kept her in control, as long as it kept her lifestyle intact, she didn't care how far she had to go to maintain the facade of their marriage.
Lucas shook his head bitterly.