For years, I had been obedient and pleasing to him, and our daughter had been so well-behaved it was heartbreaking. The two of us were pathetically begging, hoping to win back his heart.
In the end, we were just part of his emotional game with his first love.
I looked at Tom with disappointment.
This was the man I had silently loved for seven years.
I suddenly questioned what I ever liked about him.
River took the opportunity to fan the flames. "Tom, my face hurts so much. Is it swollen from the slap?"
I had used all my strength in that slap, and her face was indeed swollen high.
"Amber, apologize!"
It was an order, filled with anger.
"Why should I apologize!?"
"Amber, don't test my limits." He was barely holding back his anger.
In truth, I had always been afraid of upsetting him, so much so that I didn't even dare say an extra word in front of him.
Because I cared about him, and about our daughter.
But now, it didn't matter anymore.
River put on a pretentious look of understanding. "Tom, don't let this cause a rift between us. Is that a knitted Hawaiian silversword plant she's holding? Doggie really likes that flower."