Chapter 5

About six months ago, Mallory had asked him a similar question.

They were looking at interior design options for their wedding apartment, and she pointed at a sofa in the catalog, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

"Camron, which one do you like?" she asked.

How had he replied?

"Whatever, you decide," he'd said.

He didn't even bother to glance at the catalog.

Now, Camron furrowed his brow and tapped out a reply.

He typed: [If you like it, that's fine.]

The moment the message was sent, a wave of irritation washed over him.

He exited the chat,…