Chapter 156

The guest room was half the size of the master room, and the wardrobe was small. Damien walked over to the dressing table, picturing Autumn sitting there. But the image had barely formed in his mind when a wave of deep, inexplicable disgust surged through him. He hated how Autumn had schemed to win Hank's favor and forced him into marrying her. And yet, after everything she had done to displease him, here he was, standing in her room, reminiscing about her. When Damien realized what he was doing, he found it downright ridiculous. Normally, he would have blown up at Autumn. After all, he was the one who would walk out, and it should be Autumn trying everything she could to please him and coax him back. But now, it was completely the other way around. And he had no desire to coax her at all. A surge of indescribable anger rose in Damien's chest. It came from Autumn, but not entirely because of her. It also stemmed from a loss of control over the situation and himself. But so what i