Chapter 106
Gregory was so rough with Anathea that, for a moment, her gaze became unfocused. He leaned down and bit the shell of her ear and said in a voice so low it was spellbinding, “Remember this, Anthea you owe me! You have no right to refuse me unless I refuse you!”
With that, he removed Anathea’s final piece of clothing. But at that moment, she snapped out of her temporary daze. Hatred filled her, prompting her to bite his neck.
A hiss escaped Gregory, and the pain had him releasing his grip on her. Anathea reached out and pushed the bedside lamp to the
floor.
There was a loud crash as the lamp hit the ground and shattered into pieces.
The heat and lust vanished from Gregory’s eyes, replaced by burning rage when he saw the repulsion and hatred on Anathea’s
face.
His fingers clenched around her throat as he growled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Anathea?”
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“I don’t owe you anything!” Anathea retorted loudly even as her voice came out choked and hoarse.
This was the first time she’d lost control of her emotions before Gregory and shouted at him, her voice so loud that it echoed through the room.
She thought she could soldier through the last days of their marriage now that their divorce was being finalized.
She could put up with the fact that Gregory never treated her as his wife and the scornful looks the entire Sinclair family gave
her.
She could put up with him openly caring for and protecting another woman in public while disregarding her altogether. She could even put up with him picking on her just to stand up for Natalie.
She could tolerate all that because she saw no point in burning bridges with Gregory, considering their impending separation. She and Gregory might not have any love between them, but she reckoned it wouldn’t be too bad to end things on a pleasant, if
not civil, note.
But Gregory had crossed the line. Time and time again, he’d trampled on all her pride and dignity and ground them into the dirt.
Anathea wasn’t an object without emotion. She couldn’t be cavalier about everything. Rage underlined the calmness she’d shown while enduring Gregory’s recent bullying, and it exploded after his behavior tonight.
Anathea couldn’t take it anymore.
She’d held onto her role as Gregory’s wife in name for five whole years. She’d given up her ambitions only to become an unpaid nanny, a thankless job that earned her no respect, for five years! For five years, she’d endured Gregory’s contempt and disregard.
Whatever she owed him had been written off by the indifference and mistreatment she’d endured from him all this time. Why should she still care about his emotions and his mood?
Gregory hadn’t expected Anathea to react so explosively, and he went still with shock.
Anathea met his gaze and enunciated the words she’d bottled up for so long. “I don’t want to do it with you because I think you’re filthy!”
She couldn’t accept Gregory treating her like an outlet for his residual lust and demanding she please him in bed just because Natalie couldn’t satisfy him.
Even if Anathea had the fortitude of a martyr, she refused to get intimate with a man who’d just left another woman’s bed. It disgusted her to no end.
“Filthy?” Gregory’s brows furrowed. He stared at Anathea’s face, which was flushed from anger, and demanded icily, “What the hell do you mean by that, Anathea?”
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“You can’t tell me you don’t know what I mean!” Anathea snapped boldly. He should know what he’d done better than anyone. Did he want her to spell it out for him?
Gregory had never been roared at by Anathea before. He froze for awhile, then snapped out of his daze and hissed, “Explain yourself!”
“Mr. Sinclair? Mrs. Sinclair?” Cyrus‘ voice came from outside the door at that moment. He’d come running after he heard the commotion when Anathea swept the bedside lamp to the floor, shattering it.
Knocking on the door, he asked, “Is everything all right?”
Cyrus‘ voice cut through the escalating tension between Anathea and Gregory. A deathly silence fell upon the room as Gregory fixed a steely look on Anathea, the frost in his eyes threatening to freeze her.
Anathea realized how she’d run her mouth without thinking earlier. Her heart beat thunderously under her ribcage.
When Cyrus didn’t hear either of them respond, he grew anxious and put his hand on the doorknob, turning to open the bedroom door.
Anathea panicked and quickly threw her arms around herself. Gregory had torn apart her pajamas, and her modesty was on full display.
