“I told you this wasn’t going to be a real marriage,” I snapped. She blinked slowly before giving a small nod. “Of course. Sorry.” A thousand irritated retorts were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them, turned on my heel, and headed out of the apartment. There was a strange, unsettled feeling in my chest as I walked past Angelo and got back on the elevator. I rubbed it absentmindedly as the elevator doors opened to the lower floor that housed my office.
