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Chapter 77
Shaun’s grip on her arm tightened, his anger flaring as he glared at her. The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with accusation. He was so furious, but it wasn’t just at her—there was something deeper, a resentment that had been building inside of him for a while.
Catherine remained still, despite the sting of his hold, though the exhaustion from the day weighed heavily on her. She could feel her heart sink further into disappointment. This had become a cycle of hurtful exchanges, and every time they spoke, it felt like another layer of their relationship peeled away, exposing the rawness of what they were becoming.
“I’m not going to stand here and listen to you,” she said, her voice low and steady despite the emotions churning inside of her.
Shaun’s anger was evident in every tense muscle of his body, but as she tried to pull away, he hesitated for just a fraction of a second—his eyes flickering to her with something that resembled frustration and uncertainty. Catherine didn’t wait for him to process his thoughts. She pulled her arm out of his grip, a small sense of defiance rising in her despite everything.
“You can’t keep treating me like this, Shaun,” she said, her voice now firmer. “I’m done explaining myself. You’ll never understand.”
Without giving him a chance to respond, she turned and walked away from him, her pace quickening as the familiar sting of his words echoed in her mind.
She had reached the gate when she heard him call her name, his voice suddenly laced with bitterness, “Don’t think you can just walk away, Catherine. You’re not that important.”
The words hit her like a punch to the stomach, but she didn’t let them show. She continued walking, ignoring him, as she retreated into the distance.
In the silence that followed, Shaun stood rooted to the spot, watching her leave. A mixture of frustration, regret, and something far more complicated churned inside him, but he couldn’t quite reach for the words to fix things. Instead, he remained still, feeling the weight of the night press down on him.
Catherine, on the other hand, felt an odd sense of relief as she walked away, as if putting physical distance between herself and the tension could give her a moment of peace. But deep down, she knew that nothing would really change. Not unless she let go, but letting go of him—of everything she’d tried to hold on to—was harder than she could have imagined.