But that morning, not a single tear came out.
She simply adjusted Lily’s blanket and answered quietly:
“Yes, I heard you. I’m just surprised you waited until I was cooking breakfast for your mother.”
Daniel let out a dry laugh.
“Don’t start with the drama, Emily. Ever since the baby was born, you’ve become unbearable. My mother was right. You’re not the calm woman I married anymore.”
Emily stared at him.
Of course she wasn’t the same woman.
The calm woman had believed enduring humiliation was part of marriage.
The woman standing in that kitchen had spent the last two months collecting screenshots, receipts, voice recordings, and contracts onto a flash drive hidden inside a powdered formula container.
Daniel crossed his arms.
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