As she attempted to justify her actions and sever our relationship, I merely scoffed and leaned back, exhaling a wisp of smoke.

"You were given everything: position, wealth, influence, my heart. Yet this is the gratitude you offer in return?" My tone remained level despite the mounting irritation.

"Why don't you resume your work, sweetheart? We still have a rendezvous to attend later." Each word echoed with both nonchalance and concealed possessiveness - the undercurrent of restraint only hinting at the tension beneath.