Ashley Bowen gritted her teeth. To force herself to say things she didn't mean, she had no choice but to dig her hand into her thigh, her long nails sinking deep into her flesh. The waves of dull pain were the only thing that allowed her to steel her resolve.
She lifted her gaze, her dark eyes fixed on him as she forced a composed smile. "You're the one with a woman on the side. Am I not supposed to just smile and pretend I don't see it? Should I be screaming myself hoarse and fighting with you? I can't bring myself to do something like that."
As she spoke, Ashley Bowen averted her gaze. She was terrified that if she met Yuri Sinclair's eyes for even one more second, she would go back on her word, throw her arms around him, and beg for his forgiveness.
She appeared resolute, and that decisiveness stabbed Yuri Sinclair straight through the heart.
