Jame's grip might be tight, but my spirit remains unbroken.

I am that girl.

"Protect? Don't test me, Mister, I said harshly.

"I'm sorry I lost control, Miriam. I was stressed. And I'm not wrong for trying to look after you, you're my wife after all," he said, softly.

I saw everything in his eyes-- The betrayal, the lack of genuine remorse, and his selfishness.

"You should have thought of protecting me when you had the chance," I said, " now's not the time to pretend to care.

" Is it my fault for trying to be the perfect husband?", he asked, his eyes narrowing

I laughed, the sound sharp...