Chapter 11
Bryson staggered back in shock by what his wife had uttered. He couldn't believe she would utter such a word. He wondered why she had turned so cold and insensitive. He questioned himself if she was the Ainslie he had strolled in the neighborhood with after their marriage, the Ainslie who adored him, the Ainslie who didn't nag much as she was doing now, the Ainslie who never hit him, the Ainslie who selflessly married him for their bond.

So many things ran through his head in shock.

"Ainslie," he mentioned, trying hard to fight back his tears. He held her arms and peered into her eyes. "I'm Bryson."

"Oh."

"Yeah. The same man you married a month ago. The same man you've spent over three years with under the same roof. It's me, Bryson."

"B…Bryson?" She uttered and slowly raised up her hand. Bryson saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes and he smiled when she placed her hand on his face.

"You are a sore loser!" She yelled and pushed his face away. He was greatly marveled. For a w
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