Scarlett POV
Jaxen rubbed at his brow as if it were suddenly aching. “About the k********g… I didn’t mean to doubt it at first.”
I almost laughed. Of course, we’d circle back to this. His patience had always worn thin with my “games,” and apparently that made it my fault too. But the genuine issues—how he never loved me, how little he cared whether I lived or died, how he’d been f*****g Liliana while I wore his mark—those were conversations that went nowhere. They only made me sound pathetic, and I was done sounding pathetic.
I looked away, forcing a topic shift. “It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is finishing this divorce.”
His lips pressed into a thin line. He took a step forward, closing the distance again.
My body reacted before my brain caught up—I stepped back insta
