Anathea’s next words shattered Gregory’s final shred of hope.
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“Fulfilling my husband’s needs is simply part of being a wife. I don’t think it has anything to do with feelings.”
Her voice was indifferent, and her expression remained utterly calm. It was worlds apart from the flushed, tender look she’d worn the night she’d sat on his lap and helped him find release.
She was making it painfully clear that she didn’t love him anymore. She didn’t even like him. She was simply fulfilling the role of his wife, going through the motions, and doing whatever he asked.
Gregory’s fist slammed into the car window with a loud crash.
Anathea’s shoulders trembled at the sound. Her eyes widened in shock
“Mr. Sinclair! Mrs. Sinclair!”
Upon hearing the noise from inside the car, Cyrus and Jenny rushed over in alarm. They froze in place when they saw what was happening
Gregory’s hand had been cut by the glass shards, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead, he used his injured hand to grab Anathea by the neck, forcing her into a kiss.
Anathea slapped at his shoulder in protest, but he retaliated by biting her lip. He didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he pulled her closer, as though he were trying to merge her body with his.
Blood from his injured hand smeared across her fair skin, creating a stark contrast, like red camellias blooming in the snow,
Anathea struggled to breathe. Her face turned red, and her weak whimpers were barely audible. Her eyes were filled with tears that hovered just on the edge of falling
Gregory had no intention of letting her go, but the moment he saw Cyrus and Jenny peering in from outside the car, his eyes turned ice–cold.
The sharpness in his gaze startled them both. They quickly turned away, not daring to steal another glance.
But their presence was enough to snap Gregory out of the dangerous, spiraling urge to destroy everything in his path.
Thank God for the interruption, because honestly, he had no idea what else he might’ve done if they hadn’t been there.
Gregory let go of Anathea. As he took deep breaths, he stared at her tears clinging to her lashes and her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His expression was a mix of emotions.
The sting on the back of his hand brought him crashing back to reality.
What the hell was he doing?
Was this all because Anathea said she didn’t like him anymore? Was he really this unhinged over that?
Gregory froze for a beat. He was shocked that he was even capable of feeling this way. But he quickly forced those emotions down.
He reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
Anathea turned her face away. Her shoulders were still trembling. One hand was curled pro Lively around her stomach, and her eyes were filled with pure fear.
Gregory’s fingers hung useless in the air before slowly curling in on themselves, then falling back to his side. “Sorry.”
He felt sorry for nearly losing control and hurting her just now.
Anathea ignored him. She didn’t want to say a word to him at that moment.
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Silence filled the space between them.
Finally, Gregory opened the car door and stepped out.
Cyrus rushed over to check his hand. “Mr. Sinclair, your hand is bleeding!”
Gregory barely acknowledged the injury. He said calmly, “Anathea didn’t eat much at dinner. Go tell the kitchen to make her something.”
“Y–yes, sir.” Cyrus was surprised but nodded quickly. “I’ll let Bella know. But Mr. Sinclair, your hand should be treated.”
Gregory didn’t reply. He just glanced back at Anathea sitting in the car. His gaze lingered on her for a long moment before he turned and walked into the house.
Anathea collapsed against the seat, completely drained. Tears slipped silently down her face.
Jenny, still standing outside the car, carefully stepped closer. When she saw Anathea’s hand resting over her stomach, she asked with concern, “Mrs. Sinclair, are you having stomach pain?”
