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Chapter Twenty Three

Author: Staceywrites
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-19 15:12:48
Two Weeks Later

**Natasha’s POV**

I was his wife, but in truth, I was a stranger he had long stopped trying to understand. Maybe that was how he liked it—me on the outside, never close enough to touch the walls he built around himself.

I had swallowed my words for too long, though not all. His silence, arrogance and rules. I had lived with them, telling myself it wasn’t worth the fight. But today, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He came back earlier and with his normal cold attitude, moved to the dresser, carelessly dropped his jacket and sat at the edge of the bed a few meters away from me to remove his socks.

I looked at him, sitting there so sure of himself, and the anger rose in me.

“You’re not the only one in this marriage who doesn’t care,” I said, my voice sharp though my hands shook. “Don’t flatter yourself, Liam. I don’t love you either. I never have. So stop acting like I’m the only one who’s supposed to stay quiet and accept this cold attitude.”

The room went si
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