“I spent months learning what you liked. Before we were married and after, even when I was not welcome in your house.” He couldn’t look away from her, even as she stared ahead, refusing to meet his eyes. “I had every intention of planning your meals. Of keeping your house. Of being your . . .” She trailed off, but he heard the word. Wife. And he also heard the past tense. Why were they always in the past? “Also, I know you loathe asparagus,” she said, and the words were injected with something akin to smug triumph. “I do,” he said. “You just wanted to undermine me.” “You’ve been avoiding me.”
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