The Best Season Has Already Passed

"Yes."

The word left my lips before I could think.

Ronan knew I would agree. Everyone in the life knew how obsessed I was with him.

Just like that, we had a swift wedding.

After we were married, Ronan insisted he could protect me and refused to let me get involved in the disputes of "the life." Whenever I brought up family business, he would grow irritable and defensive.

"Ciara, do you look down on me too? Are you ashamed of where I come from?"

I knew it was just his pride talking, so I never called him on it. I thought I was doing everything a wife should.

My father must have sensed something was wrong. He sent me a message.

Are you and Ronan okay?

I didn't reply. A moment later, another message arrived.

Sweetheart, no matter what you decide, your mother and I will support you.

After dinner, Ronan came into the bedroom. I turned over, giving him my back.

"Nora is still too small. Having you in here disrupts her night feedings. Go sleep in the guest room."

In the past, whenever Ronan returned from his "affairs," I would cling to him, unwilling to leave his side for a second.

Now, the sight of him made me feel sick.

I didn't expect him to fly into a rage, completely disregarding our sleeping daughter.

"Enough! How long are you going to keep this tantrum up? I already explained! A week ago, I was with Scarlett for business. This Vegas trip was business too—what the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"If I don't risk my life out there, who's going to support you? Who's going to support Nora? This life costs money! How long are you going to keep up with this childish suspicion?"

"You're useless when it comes to my work—all you know how to do is cause problems!"

Oh, yes.

If Ronan hadn't brought it up, I might have forgotten just how foolish I’d been.