“Didn’t you always say that you wanted something like this? I was wrong before, not paying attention to your words. I’ll make it up to you in time.”
Callum played the role of an emotionally abusive husband very well.
This was the gift I had wanted on Valentine’s Day. I had put it in his shopping cart, but he had always pretended not to see it.
However, for Hannah, he had opened his eyes.
But the truth was, some things were special only because the person gave them special meaning. Without that, no matter how good the gift, it did not mean anything.
“Alright,” I said without emotion.
Callum fastened the brooch for me and then adjusted my shawl.
“Why are you always in such a bad temper? The last time was my fault. Don’t be angry anymore. Hannah won’t stay in the country for long. Don’t stoop to her level, okay?”
Up until now, Callum still thought I was filing for divorce because I was throwing a temper.
I didn’t offer any explanation. I tried to sidestep his hand, but he yanked me into his arms.
“Darling, let’s withdraw the divorce application. I promise I’ll never leave you again.”
He said it with such conviction that for a brief moment, I almost believed him.
This was the same Callum who had just days ago been cold and dismissive as he spent his time with another woman like it was nothing but a figment of my imagination.
But that feeling lasted only a second.
Because when Hannah came out of her room, I saw her wearing an entire set of matching jewelry from the same brand.
Then I remembered that just recently, I had received a promotional push for the brand. It had offered the brooch as a complimentary gift for the purchase of the full set.
It should not have been a surprise that Callum’s nice gesture was insincere.
I was like the freebie, never his first choice.
