My words hit him like a punch to the chest. The alcohol seemed to sober Julian up halfway. He just stared at me, stunned and disbelieving.
He held my gaze for a good five seconds. I met his eyes without flinching—neither submissive nor defiant.
'He probably thinks I've lost my mind. Maybe he'll get so angry over what I just said that he'll demand a divorce on the spot.'
Just then, the car swerved hard toward his side to avoid a cyclist. The momentum sent me flying right into his arms, and I grabbed fistfuls of his dress shirt to steady myself.
A soft, quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest right above my head. I held my breath, frozen against him for three long seconds, then quickly sat back up.
"Serena, we've been married a long time. Love isn't always about passion. Eventually, it settl
