Sure enough, not long after, he suddenly turned towards me, his handsome face contorted with anger, and he interrogated me.
"You didn't inform me about such a crucial matter until after the surgery, Sarah Jones, what do you take me for?"
I wanted to give him the exact same sentence back.
But I was tired.
At this point, no matter how much I said to him, it would be meaningless.
I simply told him, "Please lower your voice and don't wake momo."
"Sarah, don't change the subject. I'm asking you why you didn't notify me about the surgery."
Facing his burning gaze, I smiled lightly and said.
"Because you're not deserving."
As I watched him follow me upstairs and return to the room.
He clenched his teeth in anger.
Before long, the rumbling sound of a sports car could be heard outside the window.
Harris chose to give me another silent treatment.
Since our marriage, every silent treatment ended with me softening and begging him to come home to see the child.
Unfortunately, he didn't see the packed luggage in the bedroom every time.
This time, I was too exhausted to play the childish game of on-and-off with him.
In retrospect.
I met Harris in high school.