Jeffery lifted his hand slowly and wiped the tears from her cheeks gently with his thumb, but Clara immediately shook her head afterward, even his softness hurt her more right now. The silence that followed between them felt painfully heavy because both of them clearly understood there was something standing between them now even if only one person fully knew what it was.Clara slowly leaned back slightly against the bed again, emotionally exhausted from holding everything inside for too long. The anger inside her had started fading already, but the confusion remained painfully strong. She looked at Jeffery again afterward, this time softer, almost like she didn’t even want to fight anymore. “I’m not your enemy, Jeffery,” she whispered quietly. “I’m your wife.”Her voice broke slightly at the last sentence.“You always act like there’s something stopping you that I don’t even know about,” she continued softly. “And every time you shut me out like this, it hurts more than you think.
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