The door creaked open and Alec appeared. He crouched down to help me change my shoes slowly. "Are you angry?" he asked.
"Do you have something you're keeping from me?" I asked Alec.
Alec looked down, his earlier tenderness fading away. Even the smile on his lips turned distant.
Suddenly, I felt cold. The steaks sizzled on the frying pan, and it struck me how fragile our marriage seemed. I shook my head and told Alec, "It's okay. If you think I'm not worthy to be your wife, we can part ways."
Alec stared at me in shock. "What are you saying?"
I smiled wryly. "This is the result of a whirlwind marriage. I thought we could take our time to understand each other, but it seems you find me funny. Otherwise, why do you always have so many secrets from me?"
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