“Say something! Every time you don’t get your way, you just play deaf and mute. I’ve put up with this for ten years—isn’t that enough?”
“Evelyn Lane, I really don’t get you. Always walking around with that deadpan face—who are you trying to scare? I even let you win this time, thinking you’d be happy, but instead you ruin my mood.”
“Tell me, what’s so great about that stupid ring? You barely even leave the house. If you wore it, people would just laugh and say it’s fake. What’s the point?”
In ten years of marriage, this was the first time Ryan ever raised his voice at me. In the past, whenever we disagreed, he was always the one to apologize first. He once said that only men who pamper their wives will prosper in life…
Maybe it was luck, maybe it was effort, but in just ten years, we had gone from ordinary working-class to wealthy and successful. Our house changed, our cars changed, our lifestyle changed… It seemed the only thing that hadn’t changed was our supposed “love.”
But the opened gift box on the table shattered that illusion.
“Ryan Hayes… we’ve been married for ten years. If you wanted to deceive me, did you really need to use a dress that your assistant already wore?”