"I love you. I just want to keep you by my side. I don't think there's anything wrong with that."
Annabelle Linton listened to his words, her eyes misting over. 'How could she ever let go of such deep feelings?'
'If one day, she died and he lived on, would he be able to live a good life?'
Annabelle Linton looked at him and said through choked sobs, "Everything you said is right. It's all correct. But, Leona Grant, I don't want to live with you anymore. It's become a burden. I'll be honest with you—I only went along with it because you were so relentless, and I thought I'd just play along for a bit. I'm not a good person, not a likable one. The only reason I agreed to be with you was to make you lose interest in me. But it seems you've only fallen deeper, and that's not what I wanted."
Leona Grant's eyes were red-rimmed as he looked at her, trembling. "But we were fine before. Just yesterday, you called me 'husband' and said you loved me."
