“What do you mean?” Dane sounded taken aback.
In the past, the maids' or even the Omega's cooking was never an option. I had always prepared every meal, three times a day, catering to his every need. I did all that, making him this dependent on me. And yet, he still chose to go to that woman even in times of need.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral.
“No,” Dane hesitated before continuing, “Just take care of yourself and don’t overwork.”
“Thank you,” I replied, my tone flat and unenthusiastic.
After a pause, Dane asked, “Celeste, are you mad?”
The question ignited a small flicker of anger within me, but mostly, it was disappointment. Could he really be so oblivious, or did he simply not care about my feelings? Either way, it didn’t matter anymore. I was done being angry.
Dane's voice, soft and laden with apology, broke the silence. “Celeste, you have to understand. Felicity's struggling to raise her child alone. You know that, right? Her mate cut their ties. She only has me now.”