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."

slow breath, my

clenched, a flicker of impatience flashing in his

sister to me, Cecilia. That's it. Nothing

settled between us, heavy,

voice dropped

There's a limit

We had fought before.

doors slammed in frustration, stubborn silences that stretched

never once had

the word

the first time and I meant

tore my gaze away from him, looking instead at the door he had just kicked open. The edge where his foot

lifted my chin, my

"I'm serious, Pax."

at it, you should probably

let out a short,

patience for this, do you?" His fingers raked through his hair, exasperation dripping from every word. "You're jealous of Nina?