Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 63

“We’re used to sleeping in separate rooms…”

“Ma’am,” Jean said, “Grandma Grace wants us to be polite when we’re guests. It’s better not to inconvenience others.”

“And honestly, there aren’t any spare rooms left.”

Wiona’s face fell. She looked so disappointed.

Jace saw her reaction, and that irritation he’d been trying to tamp down started to flare up again.

What was that supposed to mean? He hadn’t even tried to avoid her, and she was already acting like he was the problem?

“We understand, Jean,” Jace said, voice clipped.

Once Jean left, Wiona shut the door behind her.

Jace stood by the window, arms crossed, watching Wiona with a frustrated scowl.

“Is sharing a bed with me that unbearable to you?”

“We used to sleep together whenever we came back to the manor, remember?”

“That was before,” Wiona said quietly.

Jace’s expression turned stormy. “Wiona, did you not hear what I just said?”

“I told you, you don’t need to pull these stunts to get my attention. You’re just making me resent you more.”

Wiona took a slow, steadying breath.

“Can you stop talking, please?”

“If you hate it so much, you can sleep on the floor tonight.”

She climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over her head.

Sleep on the floor? Jace had never been treated like that in his life. He wasn’t about to start now.

He shrugged off his jacket and lay down on the other side of the bed.

Wiona was at her limit. She sat up, shooting daggers at him. “Fine. If you won’t sleep on the floor, I will.”

She started to get up, but Jace rolled out of bed almost at the same time.

He glared at her, just as furious, and she glared right back. There was no more of the gentle, understanding wife, and the considerate husband was long gone too.

In that moment, Wiona finally realized how ridiculous their marriage really was.

She felt drained, utterly worn out.

“Jace,” she said, her voice flat, “I’m not as pathetic as you think.”

“Kellen’s back now. I’m not going to keep clinging to being Mrs. Salisbury like some fool.”

“Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”

“Grandma isn’t well. That’s the only reason I’ve been putting up with this. I don’t want her to worry or get upset.”

“That’s it. I’m done. Let’s just sleep.”

She lay down again, turning away.

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