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Lorenzo’s lips curled into a possessive sneer. With a growl, he slammed his hand against the wall next to her head and leaned in, his face inches from hers.

“Don’t forget,” he said through gritted teeth, “we haven’t divorced legally yet! You’re still my wife.”

That last word came out in a furious growl. His body trembled with rage as he tried to keep himself from snapping.

Krystal crossed her arms and tilted her chin defiantly. “We’re signing those papers today or tomorrow—what difference does a piece of paper make?”

His face darkened.

She didn’t stop. “You’re the one who wanted a divorce, remember? You left me. You abandoned me. So what I do now has nothing to do with you.”

She pushed off the wall and reached for the door. But before she could open it, Lorenzo grabbed her wrist and spun her around, his arm locking around her waist as he lifted her effortlessly and set her down on the bathroom counter.

“Lorenzo!” she hissed, pushing against his chest, breathing hard. “Stop it. Don’t be like this.”

He didn’t budge. He was a wall of muscle, heat, and fury.

Frustrated, she leaned back, giving up the struggle. Her voice turned mocking. “I didn’t know Mr. Moretti had a thing for cornering women in bathrooms. Is this some new kink?”

His jaw flexed. His eyes burned. “And I didn’t know my wife had such a sharp tongue.”

She drew a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with tension. ‘Why am I still pretending?’ she thought bitterly. ‘We’re already getting divorced. What’s the point of acting anymore?’

Straightening up, she met his eyes and spoke in a firm, clear voice.

“Let’s stay out of each other’s lives, alright? That way, you won’t have to remember you have a wife who talks back.”

She began to slide off the counter.

But Lorenzo blocked her with his knee, pinning her in place. One hand cupped her jaw. The other caught her wrist and pinned it behind her back, his chest pressing fully against hers, heat radiating from his body.

“Let go,” she gritted, trying to pull away, but he didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he only leaned closer, his face inches from hers.

“Krystal Moretti,” he said in a voice so low and dangerous it made her stop squirming. “I don’t give a damn about what you say. But whatyoudo? That matters to me. This is your last fucking warning—do not fucking forget that you’re still mine!”

She shoved his shoulder with her free hand, breaking free and sliding down from the counter.

“I have nothing to do with you anymore,” she growled. “I don’t owe you anything—and I sure as hell don’t have to listen to you.”

His hand tightened on her face, fingers digging in just enough to claim her. Before she could react, his lips crashed onto hers with a fierce urgency that stole her breath away. Krystal’s eyes snapped open, locking onto his with stunned disbelief.

His mouth was rough, demanding—biting down hard on her lower lip, sharp and possessive. The sting made her gasp, a sharp pulse of pain mingling with a rush of something darker. His tongue flicked out, slick and teasing, slipping between her lips like a secret, dancing with hers in a desperate, hungry rhythm.

Teeth grazed the tender skin along her jaw as he bit down again, a nip that sent an electric jolt racing through her entire body. His lips left a fiery trail from her mouth down to the delicate curve of her neck, kissing, licking, and biting in a maddening sequence that left her trembling, each touch setting her nerves ablaze and leaving her trembling.

Krystal’s breath hitched, frustration and desire tangled in every ragged inhale. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, heat pooling deep inside her, but beneath it all, the fire of anger burned brighter.

Suddenly, she snapped. With every ounce of strength she could muster, Krystal shoved him away, her hands pushing hard against his chest as if she could physically force the hold of his presence to loosen.

"You want me to stop? Break up with Esther first—then we’ll talk about me!" Her voice was sharp and biting, laced with fury, echoing the hurt she refused to hide.

Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed, darkening with a dangerous edge, the flicker of his temper barely contained. But when he finally spoke, his voice was low and unnervingly calm.

"I don’t have a relationship with her. I’ve never cheated on you. Never kissed her. Never been disloyal. I’ve only ever been yours, through our whole damn marriage."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes in disbelief. "You can say that with a straight face?" A mocking smirk pulled at her lips as she glanced down at his pants. Her voice dropped with venomous sweetness. "Oh right… don’t tell me. Is the problem down there?" Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "Lost your charm?"

“Krystal.” He snapped her name like a warning, dragging her face closer until their foreheads almost touched. His grip on her wrist loosened, only for his hand to slide up the back of her head, pulling her closer.