I shook off his hand in disgust. "Don't touch me."
"Wanda, it's no one's fault that he's dead," Theo said indifferently.
Did he mean Matthew was to blame?
I held myself back and closed my eyes.
"Come on, Wanda." Theo tried to pick me up. "I'll let you have a hot bath. After that, you can get a good night's sleep."
"I said don't touch me!" I slapped his hand away fiercely.
Theo's hand froze in mid-air, and his eyes carried an icy chill. Even so, I was not afraid of him. I was overwhelmed by anger, so I had no qualms spitting out hurtful words. "Theo, I really don't understand why you insisted on not divorcing me before. You don't love me at all. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have been so indifferent to Matthew, who saved my life previously. If it weren't for him, I would've died a long time ago. If you loved me, you would've at least been a little more appreciative."
The more I spoke, the more agitated I became. I could not stop. It was as if I wanted to vent out all the discontentment I was feeling in my heart, all at once.'
I regret all of this. I should’ve chosen Matthew. At least he wouldn't be like you. You can’t even protect your own child. You caused me pain, inside and out. You and Quinn are the same. You guys only bring disaster to other people."
Theo’s pupils constricted slightly, and his breathing quickened. I could see the faint veins slowly throbbing on his forehead. He was angry, much angrier than usual.
"Take back what you just said," he grabbed my arm and said coldly.
I stared at him coldly. "There’s no point crying over spilled milk. I meant what I said. If you’re unhappy about it, you can either beat me up or leave. That way, you can save us from staring at each other with hatred."
"Wanda!" Theo roared.
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