Chapter 209
Chapter 209:
Cole let out a contemptuous scoff. He tossed the small medical box onto the glass coffee table, where it landed with a heavy thud.
“Leash your friend,” he said, his voice a low growl. “If Vera goes near Alycia again, I will dismantle her.” He gestured at the box. “And that — custom burn ointment, imported from Switzerland. For your wrist. I was told you were discharged p>
June didn’t look at the box.
She looked at Cole the way one looks at something unpleasant found on the floor.
His jaw tightened. “Did you hear me? I will take apart her career, her family’s reputation — everything p>
June held his gaze for three full seconds of silence.
Then she laughed — low, dark, and drenched in mockery.
She walked to the coffee table, picked up the Swiss ointment, and turned it over in her palm. Cole’s chest expanded slightly. He opened his mouth to press his advantage.
𝗗iѕ𝘤𝗼𝘷е𝗋 𝗵𝗂𝘥𝖽𝖾n g𝗲𝗺𝗌 о𝗇 𝗀a𝗅n𝗼𝗏е𝗹ѕ.𝗰o𝘮
June’s arm snapped forward.
She threw the metal tube directly at his chest. It struck his sternum with a sharp crack and tumbled onto the rug.
Cole stumbled back, eyes wide with shock.
June’s expression had gone completely still. Her eyes were dark and empty.
“Take your charity and your lying mistress,” she said, cutting each word clean, “and get out of my apartment p>
Cole’s ego fractured. He lunged forward and seized her bare wrist in a crushing grip.
“I am your legal husband!” he roared, the veins in his neck standing out sharply. “Is this how you speak to me p>
June pulled against his hold — and when it didn’t give, she stopped. She tilted her head and looked him over with slow, measured contempt.
“You are nothing but a piece of paper,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You think I’m jealous? Cole, you don’t even qualify to make me sick anymore p>
The words drove straight through him.
He searched her eyes for something — hurt, anger, even the faintest shadow of feeling. He found nothing. A vast, quiet void of absolute indifference.
His grip loosened for a fraction of a second.
June wrenched her wrist free. She looked down at the skin he had touched, and — slowly, deliberately — wiped it against her silk pajamas. Once. Then again. As though his touch had left something behind that needed to be removed.
That small, instinctive gesture destroyed what was left of him.
June walked to the front door and pulled it open. She pointed into the hallway.
“Get out p>
Cole stood in the center of the room, fists clenched, a violent storm of humiliation and rage tearing through him. He crossed to the door slowly, stopped beside her, and let his voice drop to a shaking threat.
“You will pay for this arrogance, June p>
She met his eyes without wavering. “My only punishment in this life was being blind enough to marry you p>
His mouth opened. Nothing came out.
He stepped over the threshold.
The instant his foot cleared the frame, June grabbed the brass handle and drove the door shut with every ounce of force she had.
BOOM.