Jame's grip might be tight, but my spirit remains unbroken.
I am that girl.
"Protect? Don't test me, Mister, I said harshly.
"I'm sorry I lost control, Miriam. I was stressed. And I'm not wrong for trying to look after you, you're my wife after all," he said, softly.
I saw everything in his eyes-- The betrayal, the lack of genuine remorse, and his selfishness.
"You should have thought of protecting me when you had the chance," I said, " now's not the time to pretend to care.
" Is it my fault for trying to be the perfect husband?", he asked, his eyes narrowing
I laughed, the sound sharp and mocking.
"You really think you can fool anyone with that innocent act, don't you? I've seen the real you, so stop.
He paced around the room, clapping his hands.
"Bravo. You think you know me?
