He seemed overly calm, and I could not figure out what he was thinking.
After some hesitation, I said, "Hendrix, I'm still your wife before we divorce."
"Heh!" He sneered. "So you are aware that you're my wife.'¹
At this moment, I knew that he was unhappy with the scandal. I softened my voice, "Hendrix, I have nothing to do with Sawyer. It's just a groundless accusation made by the paparazzi. You, of all people, should know better.¹'
"So?" He stood up, his voice dripped in coldness. "Arianna, do you really think that you can do whatever you want just because you're pregnant?"
I could not stand his iciness anymore. He clearly knew about my relationship with Sawyer, but he still ridiculed me just because he did not like me.
Feeling wronged, I raised my voice at him. "I do whatever I want? Well, what about you and Andrea? I'm afraid the things you've done with her in the past two years are even worse!"
He stopped in his tracks, and I continued, "If it wasn't for the miscarriage, Andrea would be the one standing here in this room, wouldn't she? I'm afraid I wouldn't even be qualified to speak to you."
He turned to look at me, and the coldness in his eyes overwhelmed me for a moment. I understood
him a little more after a few confrontations, so I was not as afraid of his demeanor as I was before. My eyes turned red and swelled up, tears seeping down my cheeks before he could speak.
"Why are you glaring at me? Isn't what I said the truth? I'm legally your wife, but all I've been doing is making compromises and waiting for you to come home. What have I done to deserve this?"
Seeing me weeping in despair, Hendrix frowned slightly and walked towards me. His thin lips moved apart, "Did you feel wronged?"
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