Reconciliation

Susan's POV

I curled up on the bed and pulled the duvet tightly around me. How could George behave this way?

It was the first time I had witnessed such an intense display of anger from him. He seemed like a completely different person, unrecognizable.

The way he had angrily pointed accusatory fingers at me and torn my dress had left me feeling miserable.

George had always possessed an impeccable memory. He was quite good at remembering things, especially those related to me.

Initially, I found it endearing that he paid such close attention to the details of our life together, but now, it felt unsettling. He wasn't even this meticulous when it came to Isabella.

"Mommy?" Isabella called out.

"Yes, sweetie, I am right here," I replied, quickly wiping away my tears.

I sat up and saw her making her way toward me. I smiled as she attempted to climb onto the bed, which was a bit too high for her.

I helped her up and pulled her close to me. She gazed at me for a moment and then inquired, "Wh