Aiden listened to her, and his brows furrowed in a frown. He didn't say anything, and his lack of response only made Arwen's eyes grow smaller.
"Aiden Winslow!" Her voice carried a threat. "You think it was fun. You collapsed in front of my eyes. What do you think? How would I have felt seeing you unconscious like that?"
Aiden's frown deepened at her words. He moved to sit up. And then glancing at her, he reached to grab her hand. "I am sorry. I —"
Arwen slapped his off hers. "Sorry?" she echoed, disliking that's what he chose to say. "Really? Tell me what you are sorry for? Is it for ignoring yourself and putting me first like every time? Or is it for making yourself look like you were fine when you clearly weren't?"
How could he ask sorry from here when she was the one who did the wrong to him?
She didn't see through his act and simply let his stubbornness win. And in the end, he collapsed —looking so weak and tired.
It felt like she failed as a wife.
