His smartphone vibrated aggressively on the nightstand, the screen illuminating the room just as Elise turned her head to look away.
“I cannot wait to be with you, love,” the notification read in bold letters.
Bennett snatched the phone so quickly that he nearly knocked over the glass lamp beside the bed.
“That was just spam, do not worry about it,” he muttered, shoving the device into his leather bag.
Elise let out a dry, hollow laugh that echoed in the spacious room.
“Spam has become incredibly affectionate these days, calling you love and all,” she remarked with a sharp edge to her tone.
Bennett looked at her then with a chilling coldness that seemed to shatter something vital inside her chest.
“I am completely exhausted by your constant dramatic scenes, so if you want to be a victim, go find a lawyer and file for a divorce, maybe then you will finally stop bothering me,” he snapped.
Elise did not scream, she did not cry, and she did not throw anything at his head; she simply stepped aside and let him walk out with his heavy suitcase, the very same one they had purchased for their honeymoon in Key West.
