“I think I can talk to anyone like that when they forget I’m a person.”For several seconds, neither of us moved.
Julian laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it.
“This is unbelievable. Three days. We’ve been married for three days, and you’re already acting like you’re above me.”
I studied him carefully.
That sentence told me more than the anger itself.
He didn’t believe we were equals.
Somewhere in his mind, marriage had not been a partnership. It had been a transfer of ownership.
And I suddenly wondered how many small signs I had ignored because I wanted the dream more than I wanted the truth.
I remembered our first meeting.
A quiet bookstore café on a Sunday afternoon.
I had been sitting in the corner with a financial report open on my laptop when Julian approached my table.
“You look like someone who forgets to take breaks,” he had said with a smile.
