In the silent room, the only sound was the low hum of the AC. Sadie’s eyes were weighed down with exhaustion. “Let’s talk. Properly.”
Aaron didn’t even flinch at her softened tone. His words were sharp as ever. “I’m done letting you dictate my life. I’m an adult. I can handle my own shit.”
He turned his face away, not sparing her a single glance.
Even with that cold dismissal, Sadie didn’t move. She just stared at Aaron’s profile — a face so much like the husband she lost. But what echoed louder in her mind than his features was the earlier accusation: that she had driven her husband to his death.
She exhaled deeply and finally spoke, voice steady but heavy, “I never thought you saw me that way. But since you clearly do — and since you hate me anyway — I’m going to tell you the truth.
