I flinched like Axel had slapped me.
Just. My. Wife.
His words hit harder than anything Álvaro could've thrown at me across a dinner table. I stared at him, feeling my heartbeat drop into my stomach like a stone. "Since when have I become just your wife? Was it that easy to demote me? To file me away like some political alliance?"
Axel's jaw tightened. "You're being dramatic."
"No." I walked toward him now, and the pain made my voice tremble even as I fought to keep it even. "I'm being a woman whose husband used to worship the ground she walked on. Who once said I made him feel alive. Who used to kiss me like he needed it to breathe. And now? You barely look at me."
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not doing this with you right now, María José."
