Fenn’s hands tightened on the wheel, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You shouldn’t have had to fight for his love, Cambrik,” he said, his voice low and fierce. “You shouldn’t have had to break yourself trying to fix something he never cared about.”
Her head snapped up, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and pain. “He was my husband, Fenn,” she said sharply. “Whether he loved me or not, I had to try. I owed it to myself. To him. To the vows I made.”
Fenn’s jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. He forced himself to calm down, to push back the words he wanted to say, the words that would only hurt her more. Instead, he softened his tone. “I know,” he said gently. “I know you did.”
They fell into silence again, the weight of their shared past sett
