After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 68

Five days until I left the country.

That morning, I finally told Pax it was over. That night, he kicked down my door.

The crash echoed through the tiny apartment, the flimsy frame rattling, hinges groaning under the impact. A crack splintered along the cheap wood, a jagged reminder of just how easily things broke-just how easily we had broken.

Pax stood in the doorway, breath uneven, fury barely restrained beneath a thin layer of composure.

His eyes dark, burning-scanned the room before landing on me.

"You're being ridiculous," he bit out, voice taut with frustration. "Nina and I grew up together. Our families were close—she's spoiled, sure, but she doesn't mean half

the shit she says."

I didn't respond.

"She was out of line, I get it," he continued, stepping further in, closing the distance between us. "But you shouldn't take it so personally."

let out a slow breath, my expression

flicker of

little sister to me,

quiet settled between

his voice dropped lower,

with this tantrum. There's a limit to how far

We had fought before.

doors slammed in frustration, stubborn silences that stretched for

once had we

word breakup

first time and I meant

away from him, looking instead at the door he had just

my chin,

"I'm serious, Pax."

afterthought, I added, "And while you're at it, you

a

have no patience for this, do you?" His fingers raked through his hair, exasperation dripping from every word. "You're jealous of Nina? That's what