Fenton regarded me with a gaze that stripped away any dignity as if I were low, despicable and vile.
Once, his scorn would have sent me into a tailspin of self-doubt, questioning my every move. But now, I couldn’t even muster the energy to care about his opinion.
He had always assumed I would continue to endure his mistreatment, that his word was law, and I would never dare reveal the truth, choosing instead to suffer in silence as I had for a decade, always the scapegoat, always the one to bear the brunt of his anger.
But those days of naivety were over.
He sat beside me again, gazing into the camera with a mask of fake sorrow. "Liana has done this, and as her husband, I bear some responsibility too. I should have guided her better. I will apologize on Liana’s behalf. As a form of com
