A lesser woman might have felt her eyes fill with tears at his flippancy in the face of her distress but Ambrosia was no such creature. It sharpened her, in fact, and the burst of anger that had overcome her only moments before was tampered down again where she would leave it to fester with the other ugly emotions twenty years of marriage had given her. Perhaps one day it would explode and kill them both? She could live in hope.

Until then she would have to live with him, live with this because that was what she had always done. She could not look away from him for a moment, transfixed by his beauty and splendour, and she felt sick with how much she loved him still.

Goddamn him for making her love him.

“No, you’re just a cunt,” she spat, forcing herself to look away from him less her emotions overtake her again. His affection for her was as insubstantial as filigree and that knowledge pained her heart. “This will never happen again.”

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Ambrosia's got 99 problems but this hot af set from MJ ain't 1 of them