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

jaw clenched, a flicker of impatience flashing

to

settled between us, heavy,

voice

a limit to how far

We had fought before.

frustration, stubborn silences that stretched for

never once had we reached

once had the word breakup

the first time and

instead at the door he had just kicked open. The edge where his foot had struck was splintered, damaged

lifted my chin, my

"I'm serious, Pax."

you're at it, you should probably cover

let out a

patience for this, do you?" His fingers raked through his hair, exasperation dripping from every word.