RIX’s P.O.V.

I took a step forward, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. "I want to quit," I said quietly.

Apollo's eyebrow raised. "Quit what?"

"Being your contracted wife, being a slave under this stupid deal," I said, my voice growing more confident as I spoke.

Apollo frowned. "You know the deal, Beatrix. You signed a contract."

"I know,'' I said, nodding. "But I can't take it anymore. I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not. I'm tired of living this life. I'm tired of pretending I can take everything and I can breathe everything, when I can't. I’m tired.”

Apollo stood up, towering over me. "You...