Seeing her angry look, Henry Sullivan gritted his teeth, "Ivy Miller, there's a limit to your nonsense."
"I'm being unreasonable?" She got up, took the photos pressed under the bed, and threw them at him.
"You're a married man with another woman's photo in your wallet, and you say I'm being unreasonable?
As your wife, I didn't even ask what your relationship with this woman is.
I didn't cry, make a fuss, or threaten to hang myself at the scene.
I didn't cry and demand you tear up the photo, and you still say I'm being unreasonable?
Henry, ask yourself honestly, if I really wanted to cause a scene, would I have brought the photo back?"
Ivy's voice had already risen, and she pointed to the photo he had already grabbed.
"Since you can't bear to part with it, why did you marry me?
What does it mean to keep her photo in your wallet?
Is it to humiliate me, or to disgust me?"
Henry Sullivan gritted his teeth, "You don't understand anything at all; stop talking nonsense."
