"If Mr. Bennett hasn’t fallen in love with me, then why is he so insistent on… having marital relations? Isn’t that a sign of affection?"
Anna’s eyes gleamed with a mocking smile.
"Affection?"
Charles finally snapped. "Anna, your sense of humor is non-existent. You’re more like a clown, good for a laugh."
His words were biting, filled with irritation.
What infuriated him even more than Anna’s relentless provocations was the uneasy feeling creeping into his chest—the disturbing notion that, maybe, she wasn’t entirely wrong.
A clown? A joke?
Anna’s eyes turned ice-cold as a wave of self-mockery washed over her.
So this is what I’ve become to him after more than a year of marriage. Just a source of entertainment.
It explained everything.
It explained why, in her
