The Cold End

"W-What are you talking about?" Ingrid asked, her voice trembling, eyes wide with confusion and fear.

But instead of answering, Rome just gave her a chilling smile—one that made her skin crawl.

"You actually thought I planned to stay married to you?" he said, his tone low and mocking. "You? As my wife? What a joke."

He let out a dry, bitter laugh.

"Honestly, I'm glad you cheated first. Now I've got the perfect excuse to finally end this. I've been wanting out for a long time—but until now, I didn't have a good enough reason to make it happen."

His voice dropped even lower, and his eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction.

Wppthout warning, he let go of her chin, the force making her flinch and stumble back. Her hand flew to her aching jaw, but he didn't even blink.