"You're grateful to him only because he saved you, but we are husband and wife. You're confused, and I can't afford to be confused alongside you," Nathaniel said, looking straight ahead without any expression on his face, his voice calm and unrippled, "Moreover, you should be clear that there's no future between you and him."
Purple Summers couldn't understand.
She stared at Nathaniel blankly, completely at a loss as to what he was trying to achieve. Was this self-torture?
"What are you thinking?" she asked him, "You know very well that I don't love you."
Nathaniel's breathing paused slightly.
Of course, he knew; he had always known...
Purple continued, "Wouldn't it be better to let go? You're young, attractive, and wealthy; you could easily find a girl you like and start a new life. Why must you trap yourself in the past? Nathaniel, you are tormenting yourself, do you realize that?"
Nathaniel remained silent, his expression inscrutable, his eyes dark and brooding.