KEAGAN'S POV ~

"What are you doing?" My voice came out hoarse and thick, a wave of disgust washing over me.

Emma bit her lip and attempted to touch me, but I swiftly evaded her.

"FUCKING GET DRESSED!" I snapped and she gasped. Ignoring the broken expression on her features, I brushed past her to change my clothes.

"Why won't you touch me, Keagan?! I'm your wife! I have the right to demand sex whenever I want! Don't you think you're being unfair?" Her voice cracked, and she broke into tears, but I remained unmoved. Instead, I felt irritation crawling over my skin.

I turned to give her a look...