~Darius's POV~
"What will you do then?"
Abigail asks, staring me dead in the eye. The nerve of her. I can't help the scoff that slips from my throat before I answer.
"I'm giving you your freedom after this. Why would you refuse? Isn't that what you want?"
She frowns, her arms crossed over her chest. "I mean, you just suddenly decided to make this whole marriage fair. Why should I trust.. you?"
"Because I'm not like your father."
That makes her blink. "What?"
"Look," I sigh, grabbing the whiskey bottle beside me. I pour it until the amber liquid touches the rim and take a slow sip, trying to calm the frustration building in my chest.
This woman. She's driving me insane.
I get it. I was a dick. I am a dick. But she literally tried to kill me on our wedding day, and now that I'm loosening the damn contract to give her peace, she still says she doesn't trust me?
