Leona Grant stood behind her and said sadly, "Annabelle Linton, you don't actually love me, do you?"
Annabelle Linton paused when she heard this, a flicker of mockery in her eyes.
'He questions my love over every little thing. This isn't just insecurity anymore; it's a matter of trust.'
'What's the point if there isn't even a little trust between a husband and wife?'
'We should both just cool down for a while.'
Annabelle Linton scoffed and said, "Think whatever you want."
When Leona Grant heard this, his heart clenched violently, as if squeezed by a giant hand.
He knew he had wronged her in many ways in the past.
He also knew that back when he treated her poorly, it was Aaron Wyatt who had brought warmth into her life.
He knew. He knew it was all his fault. He wanted to just say, "forget it," but the moment he opened his mouth, the words turned hurtful.
'Annabelle Linton was right. I just can't get over this mental block.'
