Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1011

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Felix Quigley's expression immediately darkened. The heat in his eyes vanished, replaced by the humiliated fury of being exposed and a bone-chilling coldness.

He stared intently at Claire Chase as if trying to look right through her, his fingers gripping her chin so tightly they threatened to leave bruises on her luminous skin.

"Classless? Forcing you?"

He let out a dark, humorless laugh, his voice like ice.

"Claire, are you telling me that intimacy between a husband and wife is 'forcing' you?"

"Have I given you so much freedom that you've forgotten you are still Mrs. Quigley?"

"Is there even a difference? We only have twenty-four days left in our waiting period." Claire met his gaze without backing down, her eyes full of mockery.

"What, the woman you keep on the side couldn't satisfy you, so you had to come prey on me while I'm sick?"

Felix abruptly released her. He loomed over her, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.

Finally, he forced the words out through gritted teeth. "I have never slept with her."

Claire just scoffed.

She couldn't care less about his excuses.

What was the point of caring?

Their marriage had reached a breaking point where a word or two of explanation couldn't fix the shattered pieces.

Felix stared at her detached expression for a long time.

A suffocating weight pressed down on his chest.

This was the same woman whose eyes used to light up the moment she saw him, the one who would lovingly prepare extravagant dinners just to celebrate him coming home.

But now, staring into those clear, beautiful eyes, he found absolutely nothing.

She looked at him like he was a total stranger.

She truly didn't want him anymore.

Something he couldn't control—yet desperately cared about—was slipping right out of his grasp without warning, leaving an agonizing void in his heart.

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