Chapter 170. Alone at His Mansion

Immense anger had consumed him. His fingers threaded through his silky locks as he brushed his hair, trying to soothe his rage. He needed to control his temper; otherwise, he was sure he would kill her in the worst possible way—and he didn’t want that. Killing her would be an easy escape for her.

If he so desired, he could take her life in seconds, and no one would dare question him. They would have to accept his decision to take his wife’s life. He had the authority and power to stop her breath in an instant, but it was not a feasible option. If he truly wanted her to suffer, then giving her death should be the last thing on his mind.

Taking deep breaths, he tried to calm himself, and when he was peaceful enough, he turned around and stared at her.

She was crying softly, trying not to make a sound. Her head hung low, and he noticed her hand was tightly fisted around her clothes, her knuckles turning white.

He held her hand and pried her fingers open, releasi