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."

a slow breath, my expression

clenched, a flicker of impatience flashing

to me, Cecilia.

quiet settled between

voice

with this tantrum. There's a limit to

We had fought before.

frustration, stubborn

never once had we reached this

had the word breakup been

first time and

door he had just kicked open. The edge where his foot had struck was

chin, my voice

"I'm serious, Pax."

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

a

this, do you?" His fingers raked through his hair, exasperation