“Just open your legs for me and I'll take you to cloud nine,”

Mitchel said casually and licked his lips while his eyes sparked with lust.

He looked so gentle with the white shirt and the tie. But the next second, he said such words.

Mitchel lowered his head and wanted to kiss her, but Raegan turned her head away.

He reached out and pressed her jaw. When her lips became pouty due to his hold, he traced them with his fingers and declared, "I'm still your husband. You can't deny me."

Tears rolled down Raegan's cheeks like pearls.

She whimpered and took a swipe at him with her left hand.

"You son of a bitch! Why are you so mean to me? You claim to be my husband, yet you treat me cruelly!"

Hearing that, Mitchel seemed to change his mind all of a sudden. He lowered his head and kissed the tears on her face.

This pissed Raegan off even more.

What did this man take her for?

Why did he kiss her when he didn't love her? Did he think she would allow him to sleep with her because of a few kisses? Hell, no!

A tirade of emotions, including anger, grievance, and unwillingness, surged inside Raegan's mind.

Raegan sobbed and asked, “Do you even love me?"

Mitchel froze. He then looked at her without saying anything.

His silence told Raegan all that she needed to know.

For the umpteenth time in the past few days, her heart broke. She had loved this man for a decade, yet he never loved her.

She wanted to punch his stomach now. But since her hand was injured, she resorted to biting his chin hard.

"Shit!"

The sudden pain made Mitchel hiss. He pinched Raegan's chin and ordered, “Let me go!"