Over the past eight years of our relationship and four years of marriage, I had meticulously managed every aspect of his daily life. Our home was a testament to my organizational skills, with his wardrobe arranged neatly and every piece of clothing in its rightful place. Yet, despite this, he continually relied on me to find his belongings—sometimes even his socks.
I used to think that without me, he would be utterly lost. But it became increasingly clear that he was merely accustomed to my constant support. In front of Maeve, Zane was considerate and attentive, even knowing the specific type of lingerie she preferred. It was a stark contrast to the way he treated me. Over the years, it became painfully obvious that in his eyes, I was nothing more than a glorified housekeeper.
I slipped into a nightgown, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as I walked out of the bedroom. Zane had already found his navy-blue tie and the sight of him holding it with an air of triumph made my blood boil. I couldn't help but sneer, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I thought you were blind and disabled; apparently, you can find it just fine."
His face hardened instantly, his eyes flashing with anger. The warmth of the morning was quickly replaced by a chill as he glared at me. "Amy, what's your problem? You used to help me find things without complaint."
I crossed my arms, refusing to back down. "True, but from now on, I don't want to do it. You can have your secretary help you," I shot back, my voice steady but icy.
Zane's expression wavered, his face darkening as he processed my words. "I knew you were acting up. Is this another jealousy fit over Maeve? I've told you a thousand times, I only see her as a sister!"
I took a step closer, my eyes narrowing as I glared at him, standing on tiptoe to meet his gaze. "A sister? So last night, a ‘sister' gives her ‘brother' red roses—a symbol of romantic affection—and hugs him like that? And then the entire company cheers for them to kiss?"
My voice rose with frustration, the hurt and betrayal clear in every syllable. "Zane, I'm not an idiot. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"