Chapter 42 Anything For My Queen

• Christian
• I stormed into my room, the door slamming shut behind me with a loud thud that echoed through the house, my fingers immediately running through my hair as I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding headache that Claire had successfully given me with her nonsense. I walked over to the bed, tossing my phone carelessly onto the mattress, unbuttoning my suit jacket as frustration simmered through every inch of my body, and I could feel my pulse throbbing angrily beneath my skin.
• There was not a single shred of regret inside me for speaking to her the way I did—if anything, she deserved worse for the stunt she pulled, for daring to parade a fake marriage in front of the world like she owned me, like she had any right over my name. No, I had to say those things because someone had to put her back in her place, to remind her that she was nothing but a shadow from my past, a woman who should have known long ago that whatever we had was over. She had been climbing a ladder that didn’t exist, placing herself higher than she belonged, and if I didn’t break her delusions now, then when?