Queenie wanted to draw a clear line with this cheating bastard. But until their relationship was legally terminated, she couldn't make a scene, or she would face endless obstacles.
Masking her emotions seamlessly, she smiled faintly. "People change, Zander. Just like how you used to love me, but now you can disregard me completely for the sake of an outsider."-
Zander’s chest tightened, and he pulled her into his arms. "My feelings for you haven't changed. I just don't like it when you defy me. I like you compliant and obedient."
He gently stroked the back of her head. "Dr. Whitlock has been working really hard on my treatment. Tonight... let's try."
...
When Zander came out of the shower, Queenie was already in bed, leaving him with a cold back turned toward him.
He lifted the covers and got in, sliding closer to her. But the moment his hand brushed against her waist, she swatted it away. "I'm not in the mood tonight."
The man behind her noticeably stiffened. A moment of silence stretched out, the atmosphere in the room thick and freezing over.
Words of condemnation soon fell on her ears.
"It's because you're like this that I can't get better."
Pausing for a second, she sat up. "What does that have to do with me?"
"Other women are seductive. They think of ways to please a man, making themselves irresistible. But you? You never put any effort into serving me. You just lie there in bed like a corpse."
Zander delivered this utterly shameless speech with complete and utter conviction.
Her nails dug into her palms again. Her heart felt as though it was being crushed by an invisible hand. Every beat was like a dull blade slicing into it.
"Who are these other women?" she suddenly asked with a light laugh.
Her uncharacteristic behavior inexplicably made Zander uneasy. Shifting his gaze guiltily, he yanked the covers up. "Go to sleep."
The room plunged into darkness.
A long time later, the phone resting by Zander’s pillow vibrated a few times.
He reached out and grabbed it, but didn't open it immediately. Instead, he angled the screen's faint glow toward Queenie’s face.
Only after confirming she was asleep did he unlock the phone. Pictures of a woman in seductive lingerie popped onto the screen. His breathing gradually grew heavy.
And all of this was witnessed by the wife he thought was fast asleep.

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