After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage novel Chapter 68

Five days until I left the country.

That morning, I finally told Pax it was over.That night, he kicked down my door.

The crash echoed through the tiny apartment, the flimsy frame rattling, hinges groaning under the impact. A crack splintered along the cheap wood, a jagged reminder of just how easily things broke—just how easily we had broken.

Pax stood in the doorway, breath uneven, fury barely restrained beneath a thin layer of composure.

His eyes—dark, burning—scanned the room before landing on me.

"You're being ridiculous," he bit out, voice taut with frustration. "Nina and I grew up together. Our families were close—she's spoiled, sure, but she doesn't mean half the shit she says."

I didn't respond.

"She was out of line, I get it," he continued, stepping further in, closing the distance between us. "But you shouldn't take it so personally."

I let out a slow breath, my expression unreadable.

His jaw clenched, a flicker of impatience flashing in his gaze.

"She's like a little sister to me, Cecilia. That's it. Nothing more."

A quiet settled between us, heavy, suffocating.

Then, his voice dropped lower, colder.

"Cecilia, enough with this tantrum. There's a limit to how far you can take this."

We had fought before.

Late-night arguments, doors slammed in frustration, stubborn silences that stretched for hours.

But never once had we reached this point.

"If you can't even handle her, how do you expect to be my wife?"

Ah.

Of course.

Pax,the golden boy. The most beloved son of the Bai family.

Naturally, there would always be women in his circle. Beautiful, well-bred, well-dressed, lingering in the background, waiting for their turn.

But that had nothing to do with me.

Five days from now, I would be gone.

So why did he think I would ever be his wife?