But now she visited David's parents.
Was she helping him or did she want to do so?
After listening to what David said, Stella felt guilty and didn't say a word.
The takeaway arrived home with us.
I took a quick shower and started eating. Stella came out of the bathroom and asked, "Where's mine?"
Her face froze for a moment, and she sat opposite me as if she had something to say.
If it were in the past, I would have asked out of concern or even admitted my mistake directly regardless of whether I was wrong or not.
But now I just wanted to eat.
Stella snatched my fork and called me.
"I wanted to discuss with you about meeting David's parents, but we were in a cold war at the time, so..."
I swallowed my food, looked at Stella seriously, and interrupted her softly.
"Shouldn't you have rejected it directly? Is there any need to discuss it?"
Stella avoided my sharp gaze, stiffened her neck, and tried to find an excuse.
"He and I are just colleagues, why couldn't I help him? Do you suspect that I have an affair with him? Stephan, why are you so dirty-minded!"
I was speechless.
Stella cried, "Since we got married, you have been suspicious every day. If you don't trust me, why did you marry me?"