There was defensiveness in his tone as well. She didn't want to fight with him. Even the thought of having an argument filled her with such exhaustion that she wasn't even sure she'd be able to take another breath. Hadn't they done enough of that in thirteen years to last them the rest of their lives? While she knew that many women would be screaming at him and confronting him about what she witnessed days earlier in that damned cottage hidden away from the world, she didn't have the right. She'd done just as much and worse. Was it really a competition of who could hurt the other the most? If so, she wanted to concede and exit the contest immediately.