By A Thread

She circled him, her lips turned up into a smug smile. "Careful, there's a fine line between love and hate."

He scowled at her, his eyes tracing her every move. Her smile was tantalizing, infuriating, torturous. "The line is very clear when it comes to you. You don't fail to remind me."

Something in her eyes softened, just a little bit. "You saved me," she said, her chin raised high. Her eyes stared into him, searching for something, anything that would confirm the slightest of affection from the man she called her husband. "You can't tell me it was all for nothing."

"We didn't marry just so you could die. You'd be useless to me," he grit out. "Don't be delusional."

"I saw the look on your face!" She pressed a finger into his shoulder.