Evelyn's POV
If this had happened before, seeing Sebastian like this would’ve broken my heart.
Even if I knew he was throwing a tantrum, I would’ve instinctively started blaming myself. Did I say something wrong? Did I do something to hurt him?
But ever since I found out he cheated, it’s like I unlocked some strange new ability.
I can look at him objectively now.
It’s as if I stepped out from behind the enormous filter called marriage and moved a few feet back, finally able to observe Sebastian as just… a person.
He wasn’t wrong about one thing—I am his wife.
But in his logic, precisely because I’m his wife, I apparently don’t need to care what he does with other women outside the house. As if the title of “wife” comes with some kind of built-in immunity system. No matter how messy
