Ryan lowered his head, suddenly feeling his eyes getting wet.
"Natasha, even just caring is enough. A person who cares about you is willing to do so much for you and your well-being. How much more of a person who loves you? That is the difference between you and me."
"You do not love me, nor do you care. But on my end, I give you both. My love and my care. There is nothing that I have not done for you. What more do you want me to do? I asked you to wait and let me handle it because I knew you would make a mistake. I was afraid for you, and I just wanted you to be safe, just like I always have."
"Loved me or not, I did not care. You're still my wife, and just because you may not feel the same way does not mean I will overlook you. You—"
"No, Ryan, that is not true!" Natasha interrupted. "I messed up, I know that, I hurt you, I know that, but I really do lo—"
"Allow me to finish my words, Natasha." Ryan's expression was cold.
