Chapter 270

Christina's POV I rubbed my ear, collapsed into the nearest chair, and prepared myself for the verbal lashing I knew was coming. Ysolde didn't hold back. "You ran off to Paris days after accepting Hudson's proposal. You've barely done anything for the wedding. Then you spotted some woman in red and immediately jumped to the conclusion that Hudson must be cheating. You didn't even confront him! It's like you've been waiting for something to go wrong, and she gave you the perfect excuse. Whether anything's happening or not doesn't matter to you. You just want out, and now you think you've found a reason." I made a few sounds to prove I was still listening. If I didn't, Ysolde might actually call Emmett to arrange transport and fly to Paris just to yell at me face-to-face. But honestly, she wasn't saying anything I hadn't already realized. Just things I'd buried under layers of denial and self-protection. She'd lose it if I told her my full plan: relocating my studio to Paris permanently,