(From Demetrius's Perspective)
She slept peacefully in my arms. I held her tightly as if I did not want to let her go even for the slightest.
I had told the guards to catch Ezekiel as soon as possible. They could not catch him, perhaps because he fled. Thinking of him kissing my wife's neck was disgusting. I wanted nothing more than to kill him.
I would have done so the moment I found him in our room, but he fled through the window. But he said something before he left that had been bothering me since then.
"Do you think locking her up is the same as loving her? Have you ever listened to her properly? You even married her forcefully. Do you think you can gain her true love like this? You're no other than a monster."
Well, even though I was worried that he might have told the same to my wife and that was the reason, she was afraid of me. But it did not matter.
I was a monster after all.
