Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 30

With a resounding bang, Benjamin slammed the door shut behind him. The noise echoed through the silent room, as if his anger were shouting out loud, impossible to ignore.

“Benjamin, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Marguerite’s patience snapped. She struggled against his grip, her eyes blazing with disgust and fury.

But Benjamin acted as if he hadn’t even heard her. Something wild and desperate flickered in his gaze. Suddenly, he lunged forward, intent on forcing a kiss.

Marguerite wasn’t about to let that happen. She bit down on him, hard. The sharp taste of blood filled her mouth in an instant.

Startled by the pain, Benjamin jerked back, his hand flying to his mouth. When he glanced at his fingertips, they were smeared with red.

For a moment, he just stared, stunned. Then a twisted, mocking smile crept across his face, mingling anger and derision.

“So that’s it, Marguerite,” he sneered. “All this resistance, moving out—don’t tell me you’ve got someone else. Your brother’s just covering for you, isn’t he? The man you’re seeing is someone else entirely.” Benjamin’s eyes burned with rage, wild and unhinged, like a wounded animal cornered.

He strung together every odd thing Marguerite had done lately, letting his suspicions fester until they became conviction. His voice was a snarl. “Tell me who it is. Now.”

Marguerite shoved him away, a little too forcefully, and staggered back, clutching her wrist where his grip had left angry red marks. Her glare was icy, every word clipped and deliberate.

“What you’re doing right now, Benjamin, makes me sick.”

She spat out each word like venom, her disgust and resolve unmistakable.

He spoke as though he’d already won, certain she would never leave him. It was the perfect threat in his mind—airtight and inescapable.

Marguerite’s lips curled in a cold, contemptuous smile. She neither agreed nor refused. There was no point in stirring up more trouble when she was so close to being free.

Let that so-called home be nothing more than a hotel room for one last night, she thought. Tomorrow, she’d be gone, drawing the final line between herself and this nightmare.

With that, she turned to leave.

Just then, Benjamin’s phone rang. He snatched it up, and Fiona’s voice came through the line.