Chapter 443
Chapter 443:
Rhys looked up fast, eyes glinting with hope. “You still care about me, don’t you p>
“I care about Aunt Louisa. You’ve got nothing to do with it p>
“Right.” His shoulders drooped once more. “She’s all right. It wasn’t serious. Her health’s always shaky. This time it was the stress p>
I said nothing, busy weighing up whether I should call the police and wondering if Priya had already done it.
Rhys rubbed his eyes with the heel of one hand. Then: “Mirabelle… I made a mistake. I’ve filed for divorce. Once it’s final… would you ever p>
“Are you deranged?” I couldn’t suppress my gag reflex. “I’m married. Happily. To a man who doesn’t cheat and doesn’t cry like a baby.” I thrust my hand, with the ring, right under his eyes. “You and Catherine deserve each other. You two should never divorce. Keep your mess in-house p>
He grabbed my hand.
I yanked it back so hard my shoulder twinged. “Don’t touch me p>
“Ashton doesn’t love you! I saw him, from a post, all over some actress outside a hotel. You must have seen it too. You think that guy’s loyal? You think he’s going to stick around p>
“You’re lying p>
“I’m not p>
“You are. You read it in some gossip rag and decided it was true because it made you feel better about your own pathetic shit p>
His mouth opened again.
“You walking out, or am I calling the cops p>
His face twisted. “You really feel nothing for me p>
He sounded on the verge of tears.
His eyes, on top of being swollen, were also red-rimmed.
He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, or had a shower.
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“Priya, call the police,” I shouted.
Rhys suddenly doubled over, clutching his stomach. “Don’t.” He sank into a squat, sweat breaking out across his forehead.
A thick vein bulged near his temple.
His mouth hung slack.
Priya and I exchanged a look.
“I’ve got stomach cramps,” Rhys croaked. “Got into it with Daniel earlier. It flared up again p>
He slid closer and reached toward my ankle. “It fucking hurts p>
I stepped around him before he got close.
My heel clipped the edge of his hand.
“Not my problem if you start convulsing. You have a phone. Call an ambulance p>
“No, no hospital. I just need somewhere to lie down… Could you grab something from the pharmacy p>
I shot Priya a look and telegraphed a message: (Drag him out. Gently p>
She winced. (Seriously p>
(Seriously p>