I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “I disrespected you? You’ve got to be kidding me, Louis. You stand there, acting like you’re the victim, but what about you parading around with Jane? What about the fact that you spend more time with her than with me?”
“Jane is family,” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. “You know that.”
“And I’m your wife!” I shot back, my voice rising. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be by your side, not her. But every time I turn around, she’s there, and you’re right beside her, ignoring me like I don’t even exist. Don’t talk to me about disrespect when you’ve been doing the same damn thing for months.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but I could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. He knew I was right, and that realization only made his anger burn hotter.
“Don’t twist this around, Alexandra,” he growled. “You know damn well that nothing’s going on between Jane and me.”
“I’m twisting everything?” I scoffed, my voice rising. “You’ve been treating her like she’s your wife while I’m left to rot on the sidelines. And now you have the nerve to accuse me of disgracing you? You’ve been disgracing me for years!”
He took another step toward me, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’re my wife, Alexandra. You don’t get to act like that in front of my men. Sebastian is my second-in-command. You made me look weak.”
I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes. “Weak? You think I made you look weak?” My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “No, Louis. You made yourself look weak when you let Jane come between us. You made yourself look weak when you chose her, time and time again.”
Louis’s face hardened, his jaw tight as he tried to defend himself. “I didn’t choose her. You’re the one who’s always looking for something to blame. Always trying to make this about Jane.”
I stared at him, my heart aching with exhaustion. I had no more energy to argue, no more patience for his excuses. “I don’t care anymore, Louis,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m tired. Tired of feeling like I’m always second to her. Tired of fighting for a place in your life when you’ve already made your choice.”
“Alexandra—” he started, but I raised my hand, cutting him off.