Chapter 33

Chapter 33

"My wife?" He scoffed. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he spat. “Acting all innocent and expectant. But look at you—just a womanworking at a club who knew nothing but depend on men So I thought to myself, 'well she's used to being used why not use her to get my ex-wife back?'" He paused.

"Did you really think you meant anything to me?” He continued as Calliope remained silent.

He paced the room as his voice rose with each word. “You’re nothing more than a temporary distraction and a convenience. I married you to make a point, to get under Olivia’s skin. You’re just a footnote in my life, someone I could easily discard once I had what I wanted.”

Mikhail’s eyes were cold, his words sharp as knives.

“And now you stand there with your sad little eyes, as if you were ever more than a tool to me. You’ve never been more than a means to an end. You think you’re special? You’re not. You’re just another face in the crowd.”

His words were relentless, fueled by an anger he cou