Chapter 91

I was speechless when I saw my wife, Demi, at the dining table. I couldn't confront my grandmother about why she invited Demi to our home, fearing she might get angry with me instead. I ate in silence, and Demi did the same, while Grandma watched us closely. After a while, Grandma cleared her throat.

"Ahem," she said, breaking the silence. "Are you two just going to sit there quietly?"

I looked at Demi, who seemed just as uncomfortable as I was. Grandma's eyes shifted between us, filled with concern. "You need to talk things out," she continued. "You can't keep ignoring whatever's going on between you."

Demi and I exchanged glances, both at a loss for words. I knew she was right.

"Lola, what is Demi doing here?" I asked.

"I invited him. Why? Is that a problem?" she responded.

"But Lola, you know we're going through something," I replied, frowning.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you two just talk?" she said, her brows furrowed.

"Lola, I don't think I should be here.