Chapter 193 Ugly Tears, Mad Shouts

• She looked ugly when she cried, and when she screamed, she was like a rabid dog.
• "I know you're a person, but you're also my wife. It's only natural you give me a child." Joaquin Latham spoke with no ripple in his heart, his words sharp enough to slice through Zayla Steele’s frayed nerves.
• He reached for Zay’s cold hand, thumb rubbing the ring on her fourth finger. He’d bought it by the old size—so why was it loose now? It felt like a touch could knock it off.