"Annabelle Linton, I need an explanation!"
A twisted, nonchalant smile slowly spread across Annabelle Linton's face. The corners of her mouth curved upward, inch by inch—not a true smile, but silent mockery.
'On what grounds? We're getting a divorce, yet he can still talk to me with such righteous confidence, in that commanding tone?!'
'Why am I always the one who has to meekly accept whatever comes my way?!'
'I am so done with living a life without dignity!'
Annabelle Linton suddenly let out a low laugh.
Her slightly hoarse voice was filled with a faint, almost imperceptible sarcasm. "Leona Grant, perhaps there were some things I forced upon you.
"For example, my excessive concern, my meddlesome companionship, my laughable willfulness and expectations, and my pathetic need for security.
"I never asked if you needed them, but I know that these are things I would never give to anyone else so easily.
