Billionaires: The Royal: The Queen's New Year Secret / Awakened by Her Desert Captor / Twin Heirs to His Throne. Maisey Yates
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      She felt as though he had stabbed her directly in the heart. Anguish replaced any of the pleasure, any of the satisfaction that had been there before. He felt nothing. Even in this moment he felt nothing.

      The rage was back then, spurring her on, keeping her from falling over. “You just screwed me on your desk,” she said, “I would have thought that might have made you feel something.”

      She was all false bravado. It was either that or burst into tears.

      His expression remained bland. “You’re hardly the first woman I’ve had on a desk.”

      She swallowed hard, blinking back more tears. She had made the right choice. She knew she had. Had he yelled at her, had he screamed, had he said that he hated her too, she might have wondered. But those black, flat, soulless eyes didn’t lie. He felt nothing. He was indifferent, even in this moment.

      Tabitha had heard it said that hate was like murder. But she knew differently. It was indifference that killed. And with his, Kairos had left her mortally wounded.

      “I wish you luck in your search for a more suitable wife, Your Highness,” she said.

      Then she walked out of the door, out of his life.

       CHAPTER THREE

      “WHERE IS YOUR WIFE, Kairos?”

      Prince Andres, Kairos’s younger reformed rake of a brother, walked into Kairos’s office. There was still glass on the floor from where Tabitha had shattered it two days ago. Still a dark stain where the scotch had splashed itself over the wallpaper.

      All of it shouted the story of what had happened the night Tabitha had left. At least, it shouted at Kairos. Every time he walked in.

      It was nearly as loud as his damned conscience.

      I feel nothing.

      A lie. Of course it was a lie. She had stripped him down. Reduced him to nothing more than need, desperate, clawing need.

      Another woman walking away from him. Threatening to leave him there alone. Empty. While his pride bled out of him, leaving him with nothing.

      He couldn’t allow that, not again. So he’d said he felt nothing. And now she was gone.

      “Why? What have you heard?” Kairos asked, not bothering to explain the glass, even when Andres’s eyes connected with the mess.

      “Nothing much. Zara tells me Tabitha called to see if I could find out if you were using your penthouse anytime soon. I wondered why on earth my brother’s wife would be stooping to subterfuge to find out the actions of her own husband.”

      Kairos ground his teeth together, his eyes on the shards of glass.

      I feel nothing for you.

      If only that were true. He was...he didn’t even know what to call the emotions rioting through him. Emotions were...weak and soft in his estimation, and that was not what he felt.

      He was beyond rage. Beyond betrayal. She was his wife. He had brought her up from the lowest of positions, made her a queen, and she had the audacity to betray him.

      “No explanation, Kairos?”

      Kairos looked up at his brother. “She probably wants to go shopping without fear of retribution.”

      “Right. Are the coffers of Petras so empty she has to worry about your wrath? Or is her shoe closet merely so full.”

      Kairos had no idea what her closet looked like. He never looked farther than her bed when he was in her room. “She left me,” he said, his tone hard, the words like acid on his tongue.

      Andres had the decency to look shocked. Surprising, because Andres was rarely shocked and he was never decent. “Tabitha left you?”

      “Yes,” he ground out.

      “Tabitha, who barely frowns in public for fear it might ignite a scandal?”

      Kairos dragged his hand over his face. “That is the only Tabitha I know of.”

      “I don’t believe it.”

      “Neither do I,” Kairos said, his voice a growl.

      He paced across the office, to the place where the remains of that glass of scotch rested. It reminded him of the remnants left behind after an accident on the highway. One of the many similarities the past few days bore to a car crash.

      I hate you.

      He closed his eyes against the pain that lashed at him. What had he done to make his wife hate him? Had he not given her everything?

      A baby. She wanted a baby.

      Yes, he had failed her there. But dammit all, he’d given her a palace. Some women couldn’t be pleased.

      “What the hell did you do?”

      “I was perhaps too generous,” Kairos said, his tone hard. “I gave her too much freedom. Perhaps the weight of her diamond-encrusted crown was a bit heavy.”

      “You don’t know,” Andres said, his tone incredulous.

      “Of course I bloody don’t. I had no idea she was unhappy.” The lie was heavy on his chest.

      You knew. You didn’t know how to fix it.

      “I know I haven’t been married very long...”

      “A week, Andres. If you begin handing out marital advice before the ink is dry on your license, I will reopen the dungeons just for you.”

      “Perhaps if you’d opened the dungeons for Tabitha she wouldn’t have left you.”

      “I am not going to keep my own wife prisoner.” But dear God, it was tempting.

      Andres arched a brow. “That isn’t what I meant.”

      Heat streaked along Kairos’s veins, and he thought again of that last night here in his office. Of the way she’d felt in his arms. His cool ice queen suddenly transformed into a living flame...

      I hate you.

      “We do not have that sort of relationship,” Kairos said, his voice stiff.

      Andres chuckled, the sound grating against Kairos’s nerves. “Maybe that’s your problem.”

      “Everything is not about sex.”

      Andres shrugged. “It absolutely is. But you may cling to your illusions if you must.”

      “What do you want, Andres?”

      “To see if you’re okay.”

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