Chapter 64
- He had to be bipolar; otherwise, he wouldn't lose his temper so quickly and fail so miserably to control it despite his frantic efforts.
- "I had a fucking plan, Sofia," he repeated, aggression evident in his voice. "Do you remember the wedding gift I sent you the first night of your honeymoon?"
- How could I forget that? It'd given me nightmares for days, and even now, I felt terrified just thinking about it.