Chapter 8 My Wife My Choice

• Catherine’s P.O.V
• I whipped around at the same time Lydia did, my breath catching when I saw Xavier marching toward us with shoulders tense, jaw locked, and eyes burning with a fury so sharp it sliced straight through the air between us. Before I could even process it, he stepped in front of me, one arm stretching back instinctively like a shield, blocking his mother from taking even one more step closer.
• “Enough, Mother,” he snapped, his voice low but vibrating with barely contained rage. “I have tolerated a lot from you over the years, but this…” he gestured sharply toward her “...this stops now.”