#Chapter 176 – Between Husband and Wife

“Iris.” There’s a hand on my shoulder, giving me a soft shake. Drowsy, my eyes slowly open and I frown, confused, looking around. But when I see who it is, I sigh, and press my eyes shut again, and turn over in the bed. “Go away, Christian.” “Iris,” he says again, sterner this time, a sigh on his voice. “Come on, wake up. I know you didn’t eat anything and we have to talk.” “How do you know I didn’t eat anything,” I mutter, pissed and wishing I was asleep again – a state in which I wasn’t so mad, where I didn’t have to think of the crap realities of this life. “Because,” he says, a little humor in his voice now. “Frankie said you took a plate upstairs. And I saw – and smelled – that plate all over the floor a little further down the hallway.” Something about how he says this makes me spin in an instant, sitting up to glare into his grey-blue eyes. “None of this is funny, Christian,” I snap, immediately livid that he would dare to make a joke about this. “I spent this ent