It was laughable. If he had any intention of staying faithful to her, he shouldn't have married me, let alone gotten me pregnant.
After dinner, Arthur offered to take Aria home first and then come back for me.
I readily agreed.
Arthur opened the passenger door first, then walked around to the driver's seat. After Aria was seated, he leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.
Aria and I locked eyes in the rearview mirror.
She spread her hands, offering a helpless expression.
I thought for a moment, then walked forward and carefully instructed, "Drive slowly."
Arthur and I met eyes, his expression a bit strained.
"Let's go, don't keep Charlie waiting too long," Aria urged, nudging his arm.
After they left, I turned and hailed a ride.
On the way, Arthur called a few times, but I didn't answer.
When I got home, I started packing. I didn't own much, just some daily necessities and books.
By the time Arthur got home, I had already packed most of my things.
He looked at the packages on the floor, his tone unpleasant.
"You're leaving home just because I took Aria home first? Charlotte, when did you become so dramatic?"
He still didn't understand why I was angry, continuing to avoid the main issue.