I cut Jonah off coldly, my voice steady but laced with bitterness. "Jonah, do you truly love me? We only dated for half a year before getting married, but now it's clear we're not meant for each other."
He froze, his hand mid-air as if reaching to take mine, his usual confident smile faltering. I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the weight of my own words. "Just let me go, Jonah."
The air between us grew tense. For a moment, Jonah stared at me, his face unreadable. Then, as if a switch had flipped, his gentle expression hardened. A flicker of anger darkened his hazel eyes and his voice turned sharp. "Sasha, have I been too good to you? Do you know how many women in all of Brookside envy you? Everything I've done—every gift, every gesture—it's all for you. And today of all days, you just have to stir up trouble, don't you?"
His tone cut through me like a blade and I had to bite down on my trembling lip to stop myself from crying. Jonah abruptly rose from his seat, his towering figure casting a shadow over me. Without another glance in my direction, he stormed toward the door. "Fine! Stay home by yourself!"