Semua Bab BITTER-SWEET REVENGE: Bab 41 - Bab 46

Josh's father gave him a hard stare as he said, "Josh, watch your tongue. I have always cared about you."Josh scoffed, loud and bitter, like a laugh stuck in his throat."Cared about me? How?" His voice cracked, but he didn’t care. "You claim to care and my mother's death still remains a mystery. You claim to care—how many times did you even spend with me while I was growing up? You claim to care, yet you went ahead and re-marry that devil of a woman."The room felt like it had dropped ten degrees. Silence hung for a split second before it shattered with a bang."Josh, watch your tongue!" his father roared, slamming his palm hard on the table. The glass of water beside him rattled, almost ready to spill. My heart jumped at the sound, but Josh didn’t flinch. Not even a blink.I looked at Josh, my face pale, hands curled tightly by my side. I didn't say a word, but my eyes followed every twitch in Josh’s jaw, my lips parted like I wanted to stop him—but I didn’t dare.Josh stood there,

"Hmmm, I think it’s best we talk later."The words slipped out of my mouth, light and almost detached, but inside, everything was tangled and messy. I wasn’t avoiding him because I had nothing to say — God knew I had a thousand things clawing at my throat, demanding to be spoken. But not now.Not when anger still simmered under his skin like hot coals.Not when one wrong word could shatter what little calm we had left.Josh didn't argue. He simply nodded once. A sharp, tired movement."Okay," he said, almost under his breath.The car hummed quietly around us, the low vibration filling the silence I was too scared to break.Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him shift slightly in his seat, fingers tapping an agitated rhythm against his thigh.Then, almost casually, he said, still avoiding my gaze, "In case you have anything to say, you can just say it. Don’t hesitate, and don’t be afraid.And for our marriage… how do you want it? Big or just normal?"My heart stumbled.Even though

Josh, I don't think you're in any position to ask me that.“Seriously?”“Ivanna, I told you I was leaving the house last night. I informed you. But you—you had somewhere to go and didn’t even bother to mention a damn thing.”“Is this how you act? Huh? Tell me. Because this is the highest level of immaturity I’ve ever come across. We’re living under the same roof, and I don’t even have a clue where you went.”His voice dropped, low and edged with something darker. “And now… you’re back in the morning asking me if it’s your business?”I folded my arms tightly, nails digging into my skin. “Josh, I repeat—you have no right to question me. You left yesterday, remember? I was bored and decided to take a stroll. Did anything bad happen?”My tone was icy, cold enough to burn. Every word was coated in the bitterness I couldn’t hide.He stepped down from the stairs slowly and stopped just two steps from me, freeing his hands from his pockets as he stood tall and close—almost too close. I could