Page 33 of His Infatuated Wife

I can't believe he's raised his voice like that, and before I know it, I'm already crying.

"Fuck."

I know it disgusts him to see me crying like a child, but I can't help it. I hate myself for being like this, but I just can't help it.

I didn't know it was possible to hurt this much.

"I'm sorry," my husband says wearily. "I didn't mean to raise my voice at you. I'm just fucking tired."

Of me?

Is he saying he's tired of me...after just one day of marriage?

"It's not your fault. I should have known better. I'm sure you meant what you said about not wanting a marriage founded on lies. But not telling me the truth about your past is still a lie---"

"I don't understand," I choke out.

"I know all about you and Broderick."

"What about us?"

Jacques only shakes his head. "Mon Dieu,Riri."

It's my first time to hear him speak in French, but it breaks my heart that I only hear it because he's tired of me.

"Is...is this about Eva?" I ask shakily. "Because whatever she's said---"

"Don't."

He's suddenly staring at me like I'm poison.

"Don't you dare involve Eva in this."

And when I realize how he's defending the other woman against me---

"She said something about me, didn't she?"

"She only knows how to say the truth---"

"Unlike me, you mean?"

"Those are your words, not mine."

I'm torn between laughing and crying. I just can't believe we're having this conversation when we've only been married for over a day.

"Don't stare at me like that, damn you."

"Then how else am I supposed to stare at you," I sob out, "when you're breaking my heart all over again?"

"If I keep breaking your heart, then why did you even marry me?"

"You know why," I cry out.

"Do I? Do I, really?"

Oh God.

I'm finally starting to understand what that woman has made him think.

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