She tried to block the entrance, but she was no match for his strength.
In two strides, he had forced his way inside.
"Get out!" she snapped, furious.
"Don't test me, Lena. Tell me right now, who gave you the money?" he demanded coldly.
Helena stumbled backward, hitting the back of her knees against the edge of the sofa.
His fingers clamped down hard on her jaw, forcing her to look up at him.
Her head spun.
But after seven years of marriage, she knew that look. He already knew everything.
The funds had been wired directly into her account.
Riverton was his territory; there was zero chance he wouldn't track down the source.
Her stubborn silence was the spark that ignited his rage.
"You'll strip naked and beg me to f*ck you one second, and then run off to borrow money from your precious college senior the next? What kind of man just casually hands over millions of dollars to a married woman?" His voice rose to a booming crescendo. "Is Lance the reason you're so desperate for a divorce? How long have you two been sleeping together?"
He roared in her face.
His accusations echoed off the cramped apartment walls.
The sheer volume made her ears ring.
She thrashed against him, clawing at his hand to pry his fingers off her jaw, but it was useless.
Her resistance only fueled his fury.
"You seem to have forgotten that you are still my wife. I will not tolerate you making a fool out of me!" His eyes were bloodshot with rage.
His grip tightened brutally, leaving stark red marks on her luminous skin.
Helena glared up at him defiantly, her nails digging viciously into his forearm.


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