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"Find someone else to be my wife...?" Alanis scoffed pacing around the room. "She can't be serious." He stopped walking, his hands on his waist, towel barely hanging on his waist as he tried to figure out what he had done wrong.
How he offended her...
Why she suddenly hate him so much...
After everything he did for her, after risking his life to save hers, all he got was a slap. Not even a tiny whimsy thank you. Not even a little appreciation.
She told him she'd prefer those useless thugs be with her than him.
He's done. He was done playing Mrs nice, she could leave him if she wanted to. He has been delusional to think he had a chance, to think his wife still loved him. This is a different life, a wife where things are different.
Things are opposite from how it was in his first life. Harlow isn't the one chasing him this time, he is chasing her. He's the one begging for her love. The one begging to be her husband.
