Ivonne's POV
"I have no business being jealous about a woman who has decided to whore around with whoever gives her the least bit of care and attention," he muttered, his statement ringing in my head.
"Well it's better I do that than to die in the hands of someone who was supposed to be my mate and husband," I gritted, through my locked teeth.
I thought I had gotten over a bit of the pain and emotional trauma his treatment had caused me, however hearing his voice and noticing his disgusting attitude through his words made all the sadness of the past wash over me together with the anger pulsing in my bones.
"What gives you the assurance you won't die at his hands?" He raised a question, cackling at my silence. "In case you haven't heard or choose to turn a deaf ear to the word around I'll say it to you. Tobias is a very ruthless man who would not hesitate to kill you if you ever cross him."