He seemed overly calm, and I could not figure out what he was thinking.
After some hesitation, I said, "Hendrix, I'm still your wife before we divorce."
"Heh!" He sneered. "So you are aware that you're my wife.'¹
At this moment, I knew that he was unhappy with the scandal. I softened my voice, "Hendrix, I have nothing to do with Sawyer. It's just a groundless accusation made by the paparazzi. You, of all people, should know better.¹'
"So?" He stood up, his voice dripped in coldness. "Arianna, do you really think that you can do whatever you want just because you're pregnant?"
I could not stand his iciness anymore. He clearly knew about my relationship with Sawyer, but he still ridiculed me just because he did not like me.
Feeling wronged, I raised my voice at him. "I do whatever I want? Well, what about you and Andrea? I'm afraid the things you've done with her in the past two years are even worse!"
He stopped in his tracks, and I continued, "If it wasn't for the miscarriage, Andrea would be the one standing here in this room, wouldn't she? I'm afraid I wouldn't even be qualified to speak to you."
He turned to look at me, and the coldness in his eyes overwhelmed me for a moment. I understood
him a little more after a few confrontations, so I was not as afraid of his demeanor as I was before. My eyes turned red and swelled up, tears seeping down my cheeks before he could speak.
"Why are you glaring at me? Isn't what I said the truth? I'm legally your wife, but all I've been doing is making compromises and waiting for you to come home. What have I done to deserve this?"
Seeing me weeping in despair, Hendrix frowned slightly and walked towards me. His thin lips moved apart, "Did you feel wronged?"
He sat me down at the dining table, brought me a plate and a set of cutlery, then went back to his seat to begin eating elegantly.
The Roberts' family members all had a good upbringing. He never spoke during his meals.
Minnie filled my plate and smiled, "You've been pregnant for more than two months now, haven't you? Have you gone to the hospital for maternity checkups? Remember, pregnant ladies shouldn't always get angry or cry. Don't think that I'm a long-winded bore. I'm an old woman and I've experienced what you're going through now."
I nodded and listened to her nagging as I drank the soup.
I took a quick glance at Hendrix from the corner of my eyes and saw that he was still eating with composure; the anger was no longer visible just by looking at his face.
After the meal, Minnie looked at me, asking in all seriousness, "Arianna, have you started to experience leg cramps these days?"
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