She suppressed her emotions and spat out three words: "You don't understand."
Though her expression suggested he didn't understand, her heart felt as though a tiny bug had burrowed inside, crawling around and itching unbearably. She wanted to ask, "Do you still remember what I looked like when I was at my worst?" But she was afraid of stirring up his disgust toward her and the painful memories of being forced. After all, a man...
Then it hit her—this was her man, but he had slept with another woman. She felt utterly uncomfortable. Truly, asking would hurt, but not asking felt even worse.
Jiang Jinghuai could tell her tone was clearly dismissive, and there was an unmistakable weight on her mind. As a grown man, receiving those three words—"You don't understand"—from his own wife, he felt as though he had just heard another set of three words: "You're useless."
Damn it, useless?
He couldn't tolerate being belittled like this.
