It wasn't the first time her husband had asked her that very question, though she desperately hoped it would be the last. How was she to even answer it? She wasn't even sure she knew how she felt. Everything in her mind had been so jumbled and muddled for so long that she struggled telling the difference in what was real and what was manufactured at times. Whether it was his intention or not, Antonin was a master at emotional manipulation. Perhaps she was just as guilty of doing the same to him when it suited her.