As I tensed up, I looked at the door. Matthew appeared, and he widened his eyes.

Seeing him unexpectedly made me nervous. I tightened my grip on the two big suitcases I was dragging. They mainly contained clothes and other things that were memorable to me.

“Honey, you’re back!” Smiling warmly, he strode over. “Honey…”

I took a step back. He was a stranger to me now, and I couldn’t stand him being near me. When he did, I felt a mix of disgust, fear, and hatred.

He frowned slightly but then smiled as he saw my suitcases. “Honey, where are you going?”

“I’m here to take my stuff,” I said blandly, then pulled the suitcases toward the door.

He grabbed my arm. “No, honey, you can’t go!”

Disgusted, I yanked my arm from his grip. “Never call me that again!”

“Honey, why are you so pig-headed?” Matthew looked helpless. “Must you be so cruel?”

“Yes, I’m a pig-headed woman! If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have ended up like this and almost got Ava killed!” Seeing him made me lose my cool again.