10.

The rage that filled me wouldn’t allow me to close my eyes for a minute of rest and soon it was morning. The audacity to spew the cause of my anguish like it was a page from a cliche book made me want to scream and tear into the sheets wrapped around me.

I hated him. It didn't matter that I had been the one to propose marriage but I hated him. The way his arrogance rubs off me and makes me want to spiral out of control.

I hated how he always felt like he owned the world. He acted as though no one was above him and even if that was true to an extent, it didn't mean I had to tolerate it but I will.

I hated that I had to suck it up and marry him because my revenge came first but I couldn't even make reason with that at the moment.

I could still hear that infuriating voice in my head as he laid down my past in front of me like he had every right to. That bastard. He made me lose reason.

I forced myself to breathe, to try and expel the anger in my lungs but those grey eyes found their way