Chapter 3

His voice was cold as ice. "Rosalie, what do you take me for? Someone you can summon at your beck and call, then toss aside when you're done?

"Last night, you were begging me not to stop. Now you want a divorce? You're too late for that."

I froze.

Wait, this reaction was nothing like what the chat said would happen.

"But Annabell—" I started.

Before I could finish, Giancarlo cut me off, "I don't know anyone named Annabell. Starting today, you're moving into the master bedroom."

With that, he turned and walked off to change, leaving me standing there,…