"I just think that you shouldn't be so distant with Tristan," she continued, her tone light but insistent. "Before, you guys used to exchange gifts so easily, but this time you hesitated. Of course, he's going to overthink that."
She sighed dramatically, as if my actions were unreasonable. "You wouldn't be where you are today without Tristan. If you have a falling out with him, who will come help you if you need it? I'm saying this for your own good. Why not just accept the house?"
I sneered inwardly. Saying it was for my own good, yet she was setting me up to be killed.
Without revealing my emotions, I replied coldly, "Since you think the house is great, why don't you move there instead?"
Vanessa's expression shifted in an instant. "Charlie, what the hell are you talking about?! I'm your wife and you have the nerve to say something like that!"
Her voice grew shrill, her face contorting with anger. "My parents were so blind to have made me marry a man like you, someone with no vision!"
I let out a cold chuckle. "Yeah, I have no vision. Otherwise, I wouldn't have married a woman like you."