That was the first, terrifyingly lucid thought I’d had when I looked at her up close on the lawn. I had expected to find her hurt, furious even, but not this… cold. Detached. Even her beautiful face didn't look the same to me anymore, so much so that I had struggled to physically recognize her beneath that mask of absolute indifference.
I hadn't been able to stick to my plan. Not entirely. It wasn't my intention to throw anything in her face – I knew it would go directly against my own interests. But her attitude, that biting frost… completely threw me off course, making me lose control.
I had prepared a speech for my wife, for the gentle, sweet woman I knew. But the longer I looked at her, the more that fight escalated, and the more I realized that woman simply didn't exist anymore.
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