Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 34

Anathea’s hemos firmowed at Gregory’s tone. He hadn’t been all that surprised or angry when employment, so why was he getting so worked up now? It was an

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He stared at her intently as it he could see through her and continued darkly, “Or is this another one of your dirty tricks?…

Anathea was used to hearing his accusations, and she wasn’t in the mood to explain herself. She raised a hand and shoved him

“It’s none of your business. Il vou’re done throwing a fit, Mr. Sinclair, I suggest you leave.”

**Why should leave? This is my room, after all,” Gregory comtered, his gaze growing more suspicists as he accessed her. “T presume you’re in a hurry to get rid of me because you’re hiding site big, dark secret

Anathea didn’t, and she had no desire to understand the inner workings of Gregory’s twisted mind. But at that moment, her phone chimed with a new message tiregory squatched it out of her hand before she could react

The message was sent by Anathea’s colleague at the studio. He was younger than her and a friendly, terminal extrovert

His text read, “Hey, Nat, don’t forget about our team–building event this Friday!”

He ended the text with an arrow–through–the–heart emoji.

The emoji was commonly used by youngsters, but Gregory’s face darkened dangerously. He grew even angrier when he recalled Xander’s remark about how Anathea had been coming home late from work recently.

“So, you found a job just so you could get out there and meet new men, is that it? Have you forgotten about your role as my wife

Gregory thundered, the grave warning underlying his tone.

Anathea stared at him as if he were an oddball. She couldn’t believe he expected her to remember her place as his wife when they were on the verge of a divorce. His warning fell flat and sounded like a bad joke.

But she didn’t feel like arguing with him, so she said, “Are you done, Mr. Sinclair? If you are, let me go.”

Her unfazed demeanor angered Gregory even more. He didn’t release her, and instead tightened his grip on her wrist.

Anathea blanched from the pain. “Let go of me right now, Gregory

When he refused to let go, her temper flared. She raised her left hand and made to smack him, but he easily stopped her by gripping her left wrist. He snorted and mocked, “Your wrist is so delicate, I can snap it like a twig. A weakling like you should know better than to try and strike me.”

That was when he noticed that her ring finger was bare. He grew sullen as he demanded, “Where is your wedding band, Anathea?”

As far as he remembered, she rarely took off the wedding band. But now that he thought about it, she hadn’t been wearing the ring when he saw her at the Sinclair residence the other day, either

Anathea went still. She didn’t think he’d notice the ring’s absence

***Explain yourself!” Gregory snapped, raising his voice as he fixed her with a cold, domineering look.

“I sold it!” Anathea replied just as brusquely. If he thought he could get away with yelling in her face for no reason, he was wrong. She’d had enough of suffering in silence and bottling up her emotions.

“You sold it?” Gregory repeated through gritted teeth. A second later, he barked a harsh laugh.

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