Her hand paused, an earring dangling halfway off her earlobe. She hadn't expected him to be quite so blunt. So, she gave it to him straight.
"Yes. I don't want a child right now."
Julian grabbed her shoulders and forcefully spun her around. The violent motion sent the earring clattering to the floor.
He glared down at her, his brows locked in fury, every ounce of that fake tenderness completely shattered.
"Why? Didn't you say you wanted kids before? Why are you suddenly backing out now that I'm ready? Are you just throwing a tantrum to piss me off?"
He let out a frustrated sigh, trying to lecture her. "Hazel, stop acting so spoiled. This is about our family's future. Don't let your petty moods get in the way of the bigger picture. Do you understand?
Grandma Hayes isn't getting any younger, and she's been dying to hold a great-grandchild. How can you be so incredibly selfish? You only ever think about yourself and never about anyone else!"
Listening to this garbage spew from his mouth, Hazel didn't even find it absurd anymore.
It was just standard Julian behavior. But her heart still ached from years of conditioned habit. Even knowing exactly what kind of man he was, it still stung.
This man standing in front of her had factored in the needs of every single person, except his own wife.
Hazel stared at him with a deadpan expression. "So what you're saying is, if I push out a baby, everything will be miraculously fixed and everyone will be happy?"
"Of course. Do you really not trust me?"
Hazel looked him dead in the eye. She used to trust him completely—enough to give her entire life to him.
"How could I possibly trust you, Julian?"
The words hit Julian like a physical blow to the chest, his face darkening with rage. "What is that supposed to mean? Hazel, are you accusing me of something?"
He paused before continuing, his voice dripping with self-righteous indignation. "I can confidently say that I have never done a single thing to wrong you."

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