“You have become completely unbearable over these past few years, always studying, always writing, and always believing that your work matters so much more than our marriage,” he said with a scowl.
Selena looked at him as if she were seeing a stranger for the very first time.
He had known her since she was twenty two, long before she had even dreamed of pursuing a doctorate, and he had supposedly celebrated her scholarships, her first published articles, and her speaking engagements.
Suddenly, she understood that perhaps he wasn’t really celebrating her professional progress, but rather the quiet idea that one day she would finally give up trying to be something he couldn’t control.
“I am not going to argue about this with you tonight,” she said, trying to push past them to get back to her study.
She didn’t manage to take the second step before Hunter grabbed her tightly by both arms with a sudden burst of aggression.
At first, Selena thought it was just a stupid, impulsive outburst, but his grip tightened until his fingers dug into her shoulders, truly immobilizing her against the kitchen counter.
“Hunter, you need to let me go right now,” she demanded, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and growing fury.
He didn’t let go, and Barbara slowly approached from behind with a pair of heavy kitchen scissors in her hand.
