Page 75 of The Silver Fox Brother

"Because it's over." He reaches for my arm, but I jerk away.

"I'll end it with her. We can work through this. Couples therapy. Whatever you need."

I drop the clothes and grab my suitcase from the top shelf of the closet. Throw it on the bed, unzip it with shaking hands.

"I need you to have been faithful," I say, my voice breaking.

"But I can't have that, can I?"

"You're being dramatic." Rowan stands in the doorway, watching me throw clothes into the suitcase.

"Plenty of couples get past this."

"I'm not interested."

I move to the dresser, yank open drawers. Underwear, bras, sleep shirts—grab handfuls and shove them in the suitcase. My hands won't stop shaking.

"So what, you're just done?" His voice rises again.

"Throwing away two years?"

I stop, turn to look at him.

"I'm not throwing anything away. You already did that."

"Winter—"

"We're done. Completely done."

He takes a step toward me.

"You'll regret this. You'll wake up tomorrow and realize you overreacted."

I grab more clothes from the closet, my movements jerky and frantic.

"The only thing I regret is wasting two years on you."

Rowan's expression hardens. "I made you relevant in this city. Your little design firm would be nothing without my connections."

I stop. Set down the armful of clothes I'm holding. Turn to face him slowly.

"MyLITTLEdesign firm?" My voice is dangerously quiet.

"I built Winter Hayes Design myself. Every client, every project, every success—that's MINE. And I just got offered a project that's going to change everything. So fuck you and your connections."

Rowan's eyes narrow. "What project?"

I realize too late that I said too much. Don't care anymore.

"Not your concern."

"Tell me what project."

"No." I turn back to the suitcase, keep packing.

"This conversation is over."

He stands there, and I can feel him watching me. Trying to figure out what I'm talking about. But I'm done explaining anything to him.