It has been three weeks since I got married to Sam, and it's been three weeks since I've last seen my husband. Sam said nothing the last time we talked. He just stared at me cluelessly, as if he'd snap my neck or cut my tongue since I overstepped. He didn't do it, fortunately.
But after that, he left in a rush. We never saw each other, nor did he come back to our quarters. If only I've known I'd become a neglected wife…
"What will you do, then?" I snapped back to the current lapse upon hearing Yul's voice. My eyes searched for him. He perched on the seat on my side while Silvia was across from me.
For three weeks, Yul and I would often spend some time together over tea, only today that Silvia joined us in our usual spot in Avolire Garden.
A sigh slipped past my lips as I leaned back. "I don't know. Maybe, pressed his buttons to the point he wants to kill me?"
