When I was making you moan in bed, you used to call me darling husband, didn’t you?”
The driver quickly raised the partition that separated the front and back seats, dividing the car into two distinct spaces.
Outside, raindrops began falling more heavily, streaming down the windows in winding trails that resembled a woman’s tears.
The cold atmosphere inside the car became even more suffocating.
Henry maintained his tight grip on my wrist, his fingers tense with the fear that I might escape at any moment if he loosened his hold. I turned my face toward the window, refusing to acknowledge his crude remarks, maintaining an icy silence.
Silence—the ultimate form of dismissal.
I wouldn’t give Henry any response, not even an argument.
Just complete indifference. Eventually, this arrogant man would grow bored with my lack of reaction and release me.
My deliberate disregard clearly unsettled him. After all, in the past it was always him who remained cold toward me while I continuously showed enthusiasm for him.
This role reversal was clearly making him uncomfortable.
Seeing that I refused to engage, Henry finally let out a deep sigh.
“Sophia,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Can we please make peace?”
When I didn’t respond, he continued, “Everything that happened before–it was all my fault. I failed in my responsibilities as a husband and caused you so much pain. I’m sorry.”
He paused, waiting for some reaction from me before pressing on.
“I know you’ve suffered tremendously in this marriage, endured countless humiliations. All of it was my fault. I’m apologizing now, and I’ll take responsibility for all your negative emotions and everything else.”
Earlier today, William had warned him: “You need to sincerely apologize to Sophia and be prepared for her to seek revenge.”
Faced with my coldness, Henry seemed at a loss. Beyond apologizing, he appeared to have no idea what else to say.
The atmosphere in the car grew increasingly frigid. A deathly silence fell between us, punctuated only by the rhythmic patter of rain against the windows. Despite everything, I could sense the sincerity in Henry’s apology.
But what difference did that make now? The damage had already been done.
Once upon a time, such a heartfelt apology from Henry would have reduced me to tears of gratitude. I might have broken down sobbing with relief. But not
anymore.
Life is too short. I had too many other things to focus on–why waste my emotions on a man who didn’t deserve them?
I took a deep breath, swallowing all the bitterness, and forced myself to produce a smile that felt worse than crying.
“I accept your apology and forgive you,” I said to the man beside me. “Now, would you please let go of my hand?”
Henry’s apology was clearly designed to gain my forgiveness. At this point, he meant nothing to me–just a stranger who neither hurt nor comforted me,
If saying “I forgive you would make him release me, what harm was there in speaking those words?
Just when I thought he would finally let go, Henry suddenly embraced me,
his voice trembling.
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This isn’t forgiveness,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. This is just placating me!*
He tightened his hold. ‘Real forgiveness doesn’t look like this. Real forgiveness means you taking my hand and coming home with me
Only now did Henry truly understand William’s words: Sophia’s heart has grown completely cold toward you. How could she possibly still have feelings for te
I had assumed that once I uttered the word “forgiveness, Henry would get what he wanted and release me. Instead, his embrace only grew tighte
“Henry, you’re harassing me, do you realize that?” I struggled against his hold, I’m going to call the police!”
I continued fighting against his grip. “Don’t talk to me about our marriage. Even between spouses, touching me without my consent is harassment.
Running out of energy from my struggles, I threatened, “If you don’t let me go, I’m jumping out of this car!”
At the mention of me jumping from the moving vehicle, Henry immediately withdrew his arms, terrified I might actually do it. He stopped embracing me but maintained his grip on my wrist.
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