Maggie's head came up quickly as she felt him snatch the letters from his fingers. Tears hadn't fallen but her eyes were wide and glassy as she looked up to him, the shock evident when she looked to him. He stared her down and her eyes only widened as she watched him crinkle up one of the letters in his hand. She didn't have an answer but it didn't seem as if he was really looking for one. He was pissed, she could see that. It only inflamed her own anger. But then he threw the crumbled up ball of parchment.

She flinched at that as she saw his hand go up in the process to throw it. A brief glimmer of fear crossed over her face even if the ball never came close to her. In that moment, she realized she was a bit afraid of him. A part of her wondered if he'd actually have struck out at her. It was terrifying, but fear could make people act in strange ways.

Standing up, she shook her head and shoved him slightly but there was no real force to it. "Do I look like I'm fucking happy?" she spat, her own blue eyes staring back at him in a fierce glare. She turned away from him just as quickly as she'd stood up to shove him. "Dammit, Lorcan," she started to say, shaking her head as she tried to catch her breath and tried to regain some sort of composure but it didn't seem like it was going to happen, "I don't want to fight with you. I never wanted this to be this way. I never wanted you to hate me." And that was exactly what she was feeling from him. A hatred and loathing for shackling him down from the life he'd had. His happy ending was clearly different from her own but even though she'd been the one to get the most from their marriage, she was downright miserable. And, quite frankly, she was hating every minute of it.

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