"Why did you tell the doctor I wasn't your husband earlier?" His voice broke the silence inside the car, low and clearly laced with annoyance.We had just arrived home, and the engine had already been turned off. The car sat quietly in front of the house I was renting, but neither of us made any move to get out.I had noticed his unusual silence the entire drive back from the clinic. Normally, he would ask if I was comfortable, if I was hungry, or if I wanted to stop somewhere before heading home. But today, he had done none of those things.He had simply driven. Quiet and tense. His eyes fixed on the road. I had deliberately ignored it, even though I could tell something was bothering him. But now that he had finally spoken, I immediately understood why.He was still upset about what I had said to Dr. Angie. I slowly turned to look at him."Why? It's the truth, isn't it? You're not my husband, we're not even married. " I answered calmly, though I
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