“Sophia, all you ever do is take from me. Be honest—what have you ever given me?”
I stared at him in shock. “What does any of this have to do with your affair?”
His pupils narrowed, lips curling faintly.
“You call this an affair? Don’t make me sound that bad, alright?”
My strength gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor, icy numbness spreading from my feet all the way up my body.
My parents had died early. To me, Daniel was not only my husband—he was my only family.
He once said he loved my quiet nature, loved the way I depended on him.
Now, those very traits had become the reasons he despised me.
I had checked Emily Brooks’s background. Her parents were just ordinary teachers.
What help could she possibly offer him in the world of finance?
In the end, it was just an excuse—he didn’t love me anymore.
As soon as he left for work, Robert and Margaret Hughes rushed in.
“Every marriage has bumps along the way. Daniel just lost his head for a bit—it’s not unforgivable.”
“Sophia, maybe you should reflect on yourself. Have you met his expectations in this marriage?”
“You’ve been together so many years. He must still have feelings for you.”
Margaret clutched my hand.