I chuckled bitterly, "Do you remember that I'm your wife? Isn't your room my room? If you're staying with her, then where am I supposed to sleep?"
"A good wife would be understanding, wouldn't she? There are plenty of rooms here, what does it matter where you sleep? Clean up the study room and you can sleep there. If you still don't want to, go stay at a hotel!" With that, Sean held the still-shivering Mischa and headed up to the second floor.
In Sean's eyes, Mischa couldn't go out in the rain, but it was fine for me to be out on the streets searching for a hotel.
To Sean, even sharing a room with his sister-in-law was perfectly acceptable. This reminded me of the marriage certificate he posted this morning. Our marriage certificate might actually be fake.
I found our certificate and messaged my lawyer friend, asking her to help verify its authenticity.
After tidying up both the bedroom and the study, I lay down, icing the swollen part of my face. When did Sean's relationship with Mischa start to change?
It feels like it's been a long time, so long that I've gotten used to being ignored, used to their close interactions.