One week later.
The sky was heavy; around eight o'clock at night, after putting Tristan Leaf to bed, Lucas Taylor drove Keira Leaf back to her apartment.
She opened the room door, and the vast room was still emptily echoing, mysteriously inciting a sense of panic within her. Keira tossed the keys on the tea table, looking at the clearly luxurious and expensive furniture, which only made her feel a chilling cold from the bottom of her heart, cold enough to make her feel this wasn't a home but a hotel where she temporarily resided.
She had fantasized countless times about the days after marriage with Joshua Sulliven, dreamt of how sweet and blissful their family would be, but she had never thought that her love with him would become so cold and indifferent.
