Disappointment floods my chest, a sense of disbelief washing over me. “You think I would trust you again after everything? After how you treated me? You expect me to just come back and forget?”
His eyes narrow, disappointment etched into his features. “You were faithless. I thought you’d be loyal. I never expected you to abandon everything we built together.”
“Built?” I retort, anger boiling just beneath the surface. “You think what you built was something I wanted? You tore apart the life I wanted to create, Christian! You made choices that left me no choice but to run!”
He takes a step closer, the distance between us charged with tension. “And you think you’re blameless? You think you had no hand in this? You could have fought for us, for our family. You chose to run, Iris. You left
