Tension crackled in the air, thick with unspoken words. Ashleigh, stung by Adrian's pronouncement, glared at him. The water glass trembled in her hand, mirroring the turmoil within her.
"Indefinitely?" she rasped, her voice barely a whisper but laced with anger. "Who gets to decide that?"
"Your husband," Adrian countered, his tone clipped.
"Convenient, isn't it?" Ashleigh shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "When it suits you to control or belittle my dreams, you're suddenly my husband."
"Look who's talking," he retorted. "The woman who nearly threw her health away for a dream that surely could have waited."
"Not 'a' dream, Adrian," Ashleigh pressed, her voice gaining strength.
"My dream. You say it could have waited? How long exactly? Since I was a teenager, Robin College ha
