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This wasn’t just a disagreement—it felt like a direct attack on her character and emotions. But the divorce issue
had lost its urgency, and bringing it up over and over would start to feel unreasonable.
After a brief pause, she responded coldly, “First off, if you notice something, just askdirectly.”
“I can explain. There's no need to play games. If you want us to build a strong marriage, trust has to be at its
core. | trusted you enough to let you send Lise to the hospital without questioning where you were. | hope we
can have an equal relationship, where you trustthe sway. And second, I'm your wife—the person you're
supposed to spend your life with. So, | think you should be more mindful of your words, because they really hurt
—
Kristopher was caught off guard. He hadn't expected Carrie to speak so honestly and sincerely instead of lashing
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtout. Realizing his words had been too harsh, he awkwardly muttered, “The last twe argued, you said worse
things...”
Carrie answered calmly, “So, because | made a mistake, you're just going to do the same? You want to hurt me
even more? If we keep this back-and-forth going, what's the point? Are you hoping we both end up hurt?”
The line went silent on the other end.
After a moment, Carrie spoke coldly, “If you're not going to say anything, I'm hanging up. I still need to eat.”
Kristopher, looking like a child caught in the wrong, awkwardly apologized, “I'm sorry. There are things you don’t
know, and I'm just concerned about you.”
Carrie didn’t push him any further. Remaining calm, she responded, “I hope your apology means more than just
words. There are far better ways to show you care, and hurtingisn’t one of them.”
She ended the call and was turning to go back when she froze, seeing Daxton standing silently behind her.
“I wasn't trying to listen in,” Daxton said, stepping forward with a calm demeanor. “I just thought you might
need something, so | cto make sure.”
Carrie trusted him completely; she knew he wouldn't eavesdrop on purpose. “It's nothing,” she responded,
offering a small smile of relief. She was grateful that Daxton hadn't overheard Kristopher’s words—if he had, she
would have been embarrassed.
Daxton’s voice turned gentler. “Did he get the wrong idea? Do you wantto clear things up?”
Carrie walked over, nonchalantly saying, “No, it’s fine. | just told him | was celebrating your birthday.”
Daxton hesitated for a moment, his expression changing. His smile faltered, and he gazed at her softly. “You
found out?”
“Hmm?” Carrie was momentarily confused, then it clicked. “Oh, he mentioned you're his nephew.”
Daxton followed her back to the table and, after sitting down, said, “Our families haven't been in contact for
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmyears. We're practically strangers now.”
Carrie bent down to turn the grilled meat. A rare, uncomfortable silence settled between them, an unusual
moment in their otherwise easy conversations.
In university, being around Daxton was always easy, and awkward silences were unheard of. If one of them ran
out of things to say, the other would effortlessly take over the conversation.
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