Chapter 162 Just Passing By

"Yes," Cressida admitted it openly, without trying to hide anything. "You…" Luther trailed off, grabbing her wrist and yanking her toward him. His other hand clamped down on her shoulder, his eyes bloodshot. "Why did you do this? Is it because I divorced you? Or because I love Natasha? What the hell is wrong with you?" He shook her, and the jolt made her dizzy. A stabbing pain flared in her shoulder where he gripped her, but she didn't resist. She just stared at him coldly. "Why are you asking me that now?" she said, enunciating each word. "Why don't you ask Natasha what she did to me? Also, ask yourself how you treated me during those years of marriage." "What have I done to you? I gave you the title of Mrs. Strudwick and a life everyone envies. What else did you want?" Luther snapped. "Did I ever ask for any of that?" Cressida retorted. "Then, what do you want?" he roared. "Tell me, what the hell do you want?" Just as he was about to completely lose it and do something reck