Chapter 21

Stanley preferred the old Iris – the Iris who loved him, obeyed him, and prioritized him above all else.

Iris scoffed. "Then what kind of tone should I use?"

Stanley stood up and approached her slowly, step by step. Iris retreated cautiously until her back was against the wall. She tried to escape to the side, but he blocked her with outstretched arms. "This room is so small. Where can you run to?"

Trapped, Iris faced him defiantly. "Why are you saying these things to me, Stanley? Don't tell me you still like me? Even if you do, I'm sorry, I'll never like you or love you again..."

Stanley grabbed her chin. "When did your tongue become so sharp, Iris?"

Iris forcefully pulled his hand away, losing control as she screamed, "Don't touch me!"

Stanley was taken aback, not expecting such a strong reaction.

"Bleurgh..."

Iris rushed into the bathroom, leaning over the sink to throw up.

Ever since she heard that Stanley had slept with Wendy, she had developed a physical repulsion to hi