Burn Me Once, Burn With Me novel Chapter 665

Monica froze.

She clearly hadn't expected those words to come from Cassian.

The color drained from her face.

After all was said and done, she was the woman in this scenario. If anything had happened, she was the one whose reputation was on the line. Why was Cassian acting like the victim who had suffered some grave injustice?

Could it be...

Monica dug her nails into her palms.

Was it because of the brutal way Ruby had severed all ties with him moments ago?

But didn't he bring all of that upon himself? What did that have to do with what happened tonight?

Caught between fear and shock, an irrational spark of fury ignited within Monica. Having nowhere else to direct it, she aimed her resentment at the very man she had worshipped and coveted for so long.

But she only dared to curse him in her head.

"I..."

She gritted her teeth, unable to form a sentence.

Cassian slowly stood up, his towering frame casting a dark shadow over her as she sat on the floor.

In her rush earlier, the comforter she had used to cover herself had fallen onto the bed. Now, she was left wearing nothing but a scandalous few inches of silk.

Cassian stared down at her, his brow furrowed in utter disgust as he spat out a single word, "Disgusting."

That one word pushed Monica straight over the edge.

She snapped her head up, glaring at him with a volatile mix of disbelief and venom. "I'm disgusting?"

Her manicured nails sliced into her palms, but she barely registered the pain over the agonizing humiliation tearing at her heart.

The crushing pressure from her family, combined with the absolute contempt in the eyes of the man she loved, was more than she could bear.

Finding strength from some unknown source, Monica abruptly scrambled to her feet.

Though she still had to look up at him, a newfound edge of defiance radiated from her. "What about you? Aren't you disgusting too? Weren't you the one who pushed her away? Weren't you the one who threw her into prison? Standing there acting like I destroyed your shot at happiness—don't you think you're pathetic?"

"Ugh—"

The rest of Monica's tirade was choked off as an iron grip clamped around her throat.

Cassian held her suspended, his bloodshot eyes burning with homicidal rage.

"Say that again."

He practically ground his teeth to dust, his voice a lethal hiss.

Monica immediately felt the oxygen cut off. She clawed frantically at his wrist, pleading with her eyes for him to let go, but his grip remained immovable. Her eyes began to roll back into her head.

"Cassian!"

Startled by his sudden explosion of violence, the matriarch rushed forward and slapped at his arm.

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