I pulled my coat tighter around me and turned away.
“I’m fine.”
I tried to shake off his grip, desperate to escape into the house, but before I could take another step—
Christopher suddenly exploded.
“Ariana Anderson! Do you know how infuriating you are?!”
His roar sent a shockwave through the cold night air.
“I’m your husband, yet you always treat me with this goddamn indifference! If you have a problem, say it! If you’re not satisfied, speak up! But this—this empty, emotionless act of yours—it drives me insane! Don’t you feel anything at all?!”
I froze.
For a moment, I simply stared at him, taken aback by the sheer intensity of his rage.
I had no idea where this outburst was coming from—why he even cared.
But I knew that if I didn’t respond, he wouldn’t let me go so easily tonight.
So I exhaled softly and said, “Christopher, you can do anything to me. But you shouldn’t drag the Anderson Family into this.”
His expression darkened instantly.