The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

“Why are we arguing?”

“I don’t know.”

Our attorneys looked exhausted.

That was the first moment the tension broke.

Later, with most issues resolved, Julian asked if he could say something.

I nodded.

He looked down.

“I was jealous of you.”