Claire said nothing.The answer was obvious.Adrian only ever spoke to her when no one else was around. In public, he always kept his distance with almost clinical precision.“Did you take anything for it?” he asked again, not particularly concerned whether she answered.Without turning, Claire said, “I did.”“You’re lying.”His tone didn’t change.He knew her well, yet there was no warmth, no hint of real concern. He was merely stating a fact.Claire fell silent.She had almost forgotten.Back at the start of their marriage, Adrian might not have loved her, but he had at least known how to be decent.Whenever she got sick, she refused medicine. She would crawl into bed and sleep, barely moving for a day or two at a stretch, like some hibernating animal.He had learned quickly just how much she hated medicine.Once, to make her take it, he had swallowed a mouthful of a horribly bitter herbal decoction himself, dragged her half-asleep from under the blankets, pinched her cheeks until sh
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