Chapter 1290
“You gave me your word!” Linsey retorted, desperation coloring her tone. With a casual shrug, Collin’s response was almost flippant. “I don’t recall promising anything.”
Stunned into silence, Linsey could only stare, anger and helplessness churning inside.
She pressed her lips together, fighting to stay composed, but the tears she had held back finally slipped down her cheeks—silent and unstoppable.
The sight of her tears didn’t escape Collin, and for an instant, pain jabbed at his chest.
Breaking the tense silence, he finally asked, “Why is it so important for you to leave the house?”
Linsey roughly scrubbed away her tears, her voice trembling. “I just want out. I can’t stand being trapped here by you.”
A blank mask settled over Collin’s features as he continued, “Where are you so desperate to go?”
Stubbornness hardened Linsey’s tone. “Where I go is my own business. Why interrogate me? You come and go as you please, and I never pry.”
A chill crept into Collin’s reply. “I have every right to ask—you’re my wife.”
“And if I am?” Linsey scoffed, her voice raw. “Don’t I deserve space and privacy? Are secrets only for husbands?”
Frustration spilled over as she asked, “Go ahead, ask anyone—what husband expects his wife to be chained to his side every second, never allowed out?” Their argument caught fire again, tension crackling between them.
A stony expression froze Collin’s face, while Linsey stared him down, defiant and unyielding.
After a long minute, Linsey’s confidence finally wilted, her eyes rimmed with red. “Fine. Do what you want. I can’t stand you, you selfish jerk!”
Ice filled Collin’s eyes in a flash, his voice razor-sharp. “Say that again, Linsey. Just try me.”
Defiance blazed in Linsey’s eyes. “I’ll scream it to the world—I can’t stand you!”
A dangerous glint flashed in Collin’s gaze. “Careful, Linsey. You’re asking for trouble.”
Linsey stared him down, voice shaking but stubborn. “Go ahead, do your worst. If you want to shoot, then pull the trigger.”
For a moment, Collin’s finger nearly twitched, but he only leveled her with a cold ultimatum. “You have three seconds to apologize, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”
A fierce spark lit Linsey’s face. “Never. I’d rather say sorry to a mutt off the street than to you.”
“Linsey!” His voice cracked through the room, pressure bearing down like a storm.
She threw his name back at him, just as heated. “Collin! You’re not the only one with a backbone. If you think you can bully me, you’re dead wrong. Lock me up all you want—I’m still leaving this house!”
With her chin raised high, Linsey spun on her heel and marched for the stairs, refusing to look back.
The bedroom door slammed so hard behind her that the echo seemed to rattle the whole house.