Elysia shot him a look, a cold sneer on her lips. “It’s my mouth. I’ll talk when I want to. What business is it of yours?”
“What kind of attitude is that?” Dorian’s lips trembled with anger. “You’re the one who cheated! Not only do you refuse to admit you were wrong or even talk about it, but you treat me like this? Do you even want this marriage to work?”
“Don’t you dare pin that on me. I’m not the one who cheated.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dorian slammed his hand on the table, not hard enough to break anything, but the message was clear. He was furious. “If it wasn’t you, was it me?”
Elysia had no patience for him. “You’ve been with that bitch Jessica Bishop for ages,” she scoffed. “A classic case of adultery. And you have the nerve to ask if it was you? Have you no shame?”
“I have never cheated on you with Jessica!” It was the first time Dorian had used her full name with such venom. “You’re the one who did something despicable, and now you’re trying to blame me. How could you…”
Seeing that another screaming match was imminent, Elysia felt a wave of exhaustion. She gave him an icy glare, walked back to their room, grabbed her phone, and headed for the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Dorian’s eyes bulged as he saw her about to leave. “You take one step out that door, I dare you!”
His childish threat only made Elysia sneer. “Mr. Hawke, not only is my mouth my own, but so are my legs. I’ll go wherever I damn well please. You don’t control me.”

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