“That’s not reassuring.”
“It’s the truth. Which is more than you’ve given me since you moved in here.”
The accusation catches me off guard. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re hiding something. I don’t know what yet, but I will. I always do.”
My heart pounds against my ribs. “There’s nothing to hide.”
“Then why do you look terrified right now?”
“I’m not terrified. I’m angry.”
“Angry people don’t shake.”
I look down. My hands are trembling. I clench them into fists and force myself to meet his eyes again. “Get out of my way,” I say.
“No.”
“Luca—”
“You want to keep running from me, fine. But this conversation isn’t over. You’re my wife. Those children are living in my house. At some point, you’re going to have to stop treating me like the enemy.”
“You are the enemy.”
“Then why did you marry me?”
“Because you gave me no choice!”
“You keep saying that like it absolves you of responsibility. You made a choice. You walked down that aisle. You consummated the marriage. You moved into my house. Those were all choices.”
“Forced choices.”
“Still choices.”
I shove past him toward the door. He catches my wrist.
“Let go of me.”
“Not until you listen.”
“I don’t want to listen to you.”
“Too bad.”
I try to pull away. His grip tightens. Not enough to hurt, just enough to keep me from leaving his office.
“You’re going to hurt yourself struggling like that,” he says.
“Then let go.”
“Answer my question first. Why are you really keeping the twins away from me?”
“Because they’re mine.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
