I stared blankly at the streets rushing past, my mind completely numb.
“We weren’t talking about anything,” I murmured. “I forgot.”
Christopher gave a slight nod, saying nothing more.
That was when the reality hit me.
My husband was going to propose to another woman.
And it just so happened to be on the day I left the Adam family.
How ridiculous.
Half an hour later, we arrived at the Anderson estate.
I stepped out of the car, feeling the weight of Christopher’s gaze lingering on my seat—no doubt staring at the bloodstain.
As if remembering the conversation we never finished, he suddenly strode forward and grabbed my wrist.
“Ariana, you don’t look well,” he said, his voice laced with something almost like concern. “Yesterday, at the venue… Are you okay?”
I pulled my coat tighter around me and turned away.
“I’m fine.”
I tried to shake off his grip, desperate to escape into the house, but before I could take another step—
Christopher suddenly exploded.
“Ariana Anderson! Do you know how infuriating you are?!”
His roar sent a shockwave through the cold night air.
“I’m your husband, yet you always treat me with this goddamn indifference! If you have a problem, say it! If you’re not satisfied, speak up! But this—this empty, emotionless act of yours—it drives me insane! Don’t you feel anything at all?!”
I froze.
For a moment, I simply stared at him, taken aback by the sheer intensity of his rage.
I had no idea where this outburst was coming from—why he even cared.
But I knew that if I didn’t respond, he wouldn’t let me go so easily tonight.
So I exhaled softly and said, “Christopher, you can do anything to me. But you shouldn’t drag the Anderson Family into this.”
His expression darkened instantly.
“Today, you threw me to the reporters,” I continued, my voice calm despite the turmoil inside me. “Tomorrow, my father’s name will be splashed across every headline. You and I both grew up in this world—we know exactly what that means. He helped you in every way he could. At the very least, he never turned his back on you.”
I thought I had chosen the safest, least personal topic to address his anger.
But Christopher’s face twisted into something raw and furious.
He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, his voice shaking with rage.