The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 91

Madeline's voice carried a thick, nasal tone.

It sounded entirely foreign to her.

She was actually feeling wronged.

York didn't pull away; instead, entirely unfazed, he reached out to smooth her disheveled hair and brushed a thumb across her swollen lips.

"I've always been a bastard."

"You hit me. Are you calm now?"

Madeline felt a suffocating wave of despair, as if she were punching cotton, and the inexplicable ache in her chest brought a fresh sting of tears to her eyes.

She tilted her head back, refusing to let him see her vulnerability.

"York, I don't have the time or the energy to play some broken-mirror reunion game with you right now. As far as I'm concerned, what's done is done. Once something is cracked, I'd rather throw it away."

"And your half-assed attitude really annoys me."

A profound exhaustion flickered in Madeline's eyes.

Sometimes, the emotional drain of a relationship was far more exhausting than anything else.

"Maddy, I don't like how entangled you are with Hunter."

"The Capital is massive. How is it that you two manage to bump into each other everywhere you go? There's no such thing as a coincidence without an ulterior motive."

York lifted a hand, gently tracing the lines of her brow, his dark eyes intense and wholly focused.

"You are still my wife. What right do you have to smile at other men? Working with him, talking to him privately so much... Maddy, I don't like it."

As he spoke, his palm slid down to cup her cheek, his thumb softly stroking her skin.

His hand was broad and feverishly hot.

Madeline curled her fingers into tight fists.

York was doing this on purpose.

Two years ago, when they were fiercely in love, York had been exactly like this.

He had always been relentlessly straightforward about his possessive nature and his jealousy.

It was like a sudden hurricane—unreasonable and entirely without warning.