Chapter 157

The air was thick with tension—something dangerous hung between us. My body trembled slightly. I took a deep breath and forced my voice to be steady. "I haven't changed. You have." Suddenly, I found it all absurd. After everything that had happened, Jonathan finally realized something was off. Were we even really husband and wife? They say the closest people can become the most distant, and now I understand that. Our dreams couldn't have been further apart even if we shared the same bed. Since I woke up from the suicide attempt, we'd spent enough time together for me to understand who he was now, but he—he knew absolutely nothing about the woman sleeping next to him. If we had truly been in love, he would've noticed the changes long ago, but he hadn't. I stared at him, eyes filled with cold sarcasm. "What exactly seems 'off' to you, Jonathan? That I'm not running after you like I used to, begging for your attention, waiting for you to just look at me? That I'm not acting like