Annabelle Linton grew angrier as she spoke. "Even if we're married, we're still equals! I have my own freedom, my own thoughts. Does marrying you mean I can't even have male friends? Our deal never said divorce was off the table, did it? If you can't stand me, then let's get a divorce! Do you think I was dying to marry you?"
'A deal. A divorce. "Do you think I was dying to marry you..."'
A single sentence was enough to wound him to the core.
'So, in her heart, this marriage I cherish was just a deal, something that could be thrown away at any moment.'
'No, that wasn't right.'
'Leona Grant, didn't you always know she never liked you? If it weren't for her brother, she wouldn't have even given you a second glance.'
'So why are you still so delusional?'
Leona Grant let out a bitter laugh, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of pain and fury as he growled, "Are we equals? We never have been!"
'No matter how I lay my heart bare for you, you've never cared.'
