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He turned and an inaudible gasp left my lips. It felt like it had been so many years since I last saw him. He had grown a beard, his bluish-grey eyes darkened as they raked over my body.
"How did you get here?" that's the first thing he asked me.
"Why did you think that I was Katerina?"
He gave his head a shake, brushing his thumb over his lower lip, "Answer my question, Evangeline."
I breathed out a sarcastic laugh, "I'm not here to answer your question; I came here to get answers."
He let out an amused breath, leaned his butt against the dresser he was standing in front of, and crossed his arms over his chest, "And how do you plan on doing that?"
I furrowed my eyebrows. He was acting as if nothing had happened between us, he was acting like the last one and a half months didn't happen, he was acting like he just didn't care about any of it.
I took a deep breath in to remain calm, "Are you cheating on me? Is that why you are doing all this? Is that why you've been so distant, is that why you are avoiding me?!"
The amused expression got replaced by a hardened look. He stood up straight, his arms falling back to his sides as he took a threatening step my way, "I don't have to hide from you if I wanted to cheat on you. If I wanted to cheat, Evangeline, I could have cheated on you while living in the same fucking house as you."
"Then why are you doing this?"
"I'm not doing anything. You're the one who broadcasted our sex life in front of hundreds of people and then went on calling me a coward. You're the one who had been hugging, kissing, and caressing my men in my absence, you're the one who told Katerina to get into my bed. So, tell me, Evangeline, why are you doing this?" he asked, staring into my eyes.
His words were like a spear in my heart. Was he insinuating that I was the one who cheated? He cleverly turned the entire blame on me to weasel his way out of answering me.
I have lived with him enough to play his games with him I have learned his tricks, if he can twist my words then I can twist his words too.
I lifted a shoulder, I knew what I am about to say could ignite a fire between us but I was too far gone in rage to care, "Well, my husband isn't paying attention to me, I had to get it from other men."
In a second, I was pushed against the door with his hand clasped around my neck. He gripped my throat in a way that I went onto my toes, my hands flying to his on my neck. He stared at me with rage sparking in his eyes, he was furious. His eyes had warped into a wicked darker shade that made my heart rate double.
"Watch what you say to me, Evangeline. I have had enough of you being a bitch to me," he growled, his fingers digging into the side of my neck.
I managed to give him a sarcastic smile, "I learned it from you, you know, being a bitch!"
