Patricia stood frozen, her lips parted, but no words came out. His tone, cold and emotionless, was more chilling than serious, and his eyes held no trace of doubt. He meant every word. The man before her felt like a stranger. Why was he acting so possessive, so unrelenting, when he didn't even want her? Did he have a split personality or had he simply forgotten his own words?
"You made it clear where your heart belongs," she finally managed, voice trembling but defiant. "Why do you think it's fair for me to stand by and watch you play the doting lover while I pretend to be the loyal wife?" Her glare bore into him. Anyone watching would have thought he cared but she knew better. This wasn't love. It was *control.*
"You agreed to be my second wife from the beginning," he replied coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Or do I need witnesses to remind you of that?" The way he stared into her, like he could see every crack in her soul, made her pulse quicken.