"I… I think you did wrong." Charles spat, though his voice betrayed him, each word quivering slightly. "You should never have fallen in love with me."
"But… why?" Augustine's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes searching Charles's face for an answer he wasn't sure he wanted to hear.
Augustine's breath hitched as he stared at Charles, disbelief washing over him like a cold wave.
"Augustine, isn't it obvious?" Charles continued, his voice sharp and merciless. "I'm only in this relationship for your money. If you hadn't offered me anything, I wouldn't have agreed to be your contracted husband in the first place. And it's already been over a month—shouldn't you at least pay me what I'm owed?"
His piercing gaze held no warmth, no hesitation. Just cold, hard truth—or at least, that's what he wanted Augustine to believe.
For a full minute, Augustine stood frozen, his mouth slightly open as he stared at Charles in disbelief.
