Talia was speechless for a long time.

Her tone was cold when her voice reverberated in the living room. “You don’t love me? Do you want a divorce? That’s not what you said when you married me, Anderson. You said I’m your ideal wife because of how warm and thoughtful I am.”

“That ship has sailed,” Anderson said. “Take a look at yourself, Talia. Do you honestly still think you’re warm right now?”

…

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She asked defiantly, “Well, who made me this way? Who exactly is the reason that I became a raging shrew? Tell me, Anderson!”

He didn’t have an answer for that.

The night wind blew past, creating a rustling sound that reminded everyone of the swaying pendant light in the yard.

Archibald was beside himself with rage when he heard what his grandson said. He barked an order to the servants, “Smash all the pendant lights right now.”

“Dad!”

Marisol looked distressed. She yelped in shock, “Are you going to smash everything that’s connected to Gwynn, Dad?