I tried to stop my husband as he was about to leave the bedroom on our wedding night, having declared that he would never love me.

This is a short story that begins with the common phrase "I will never love you." It's a story set in the bedroom on the wedding night, where the new bride simply argues back. Everyone forgives, but no matter what the circumstances are, no matter what the intention might be, even if someone repents and reflects, I don't think it's the kind of words that should be forgiven.