"Ethan's point of view,"
"After all, why aren't you talking to me?" I'm quite troubled by her silence. No matter how many times I ask her why she won't respond, she always just gives me the same blank stare, as if I don't even exist.
She is ignoring me, but why? Tell me what I did to deserve her disregard. I questioned my subconscious.
Ethan Woods, stop acting naive in front of me; you know very well why she is avoiding you. I was the target of my subconscious's ire.
So, what did you want? Like usual, this time, too quietly, I would have slapped my cheek with her hand. After all, I didn't do anything wrong by halting her hand. I don't know why my subconscious is upset with me over something so trivial.
You have a lot of egos. Stella is silently staring at me from across the hut, and my subconscious is using every available tactic to mock me.
Whatever I did was for self-defense, not ego. Stella can not attack me without cause; after all, what did I do to justify her considering raising her hand against me?
Thus, you don't feel you've done anything wrong with Stella's,Without a doubt.
As she is my wife, I do not need to feel bad about kissing her.
Ethan Woods talking to you is pointless. I'm not even interested in speaking to you anymore. Like Stella, my subconscious ignored my inquiries. After all, I do not know why my subconscious supports Stella so strongly.
Yet, it doesn't bother me if she chooses not to speak with me; after all, I'm Ethan Woods, so I don't have to try very hard to catch people's attention.
You are 100 percent correct. My male ego was pleased after hearing me.
"Now, where are you going?" Stella finished cooking and began leaving the hut by opening the door.
"I have dinner ready for you, but I need to finish some crucial jobs." Without glancing at me, she spoke before leaving the hut.
I wonder why she gave me such a terrible attitude for no apparent reason.
I was by myself inside the hut, watching the fireflies twinkle in every nook and cranny. I can now see why Stella captured so many bugs. She was catching fireflies instead of insects. So, how did she know that it was a firefly instead of a regular insect because during the day, I couldn't tell the difference between the two?
My wife is quite smart. She prepares in advance for the challenges that will arise. I didn't even consider how we would illuminate the area at night. I got the impression that I had reached inside a page of a fairytale book as I gazed at the hut that was lit up with fireflies.
Well, I'm in such a romantic environment. I would have been eating dinner with Stella by now without a doubt, but since she is ignoring me, I am not even starving. I did not know that her disregard would make me feel so angry.
What she is writing on the sand is mysterious to me. She had already run her hand over the sand to cover up her design by the time I got to her. I do not know what she is doing outside at such a late hour in the dark. I wanted to go see her, but my ego firmly forbade me from doing so.
I was waiting for her at my place when I accidentally fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes the following morning, I was lying on a mat with a sheet over my body. Stella forced me to lie here, but how was it possible for her to move my bulky body onto this mat? Yet, Stella is nowhere to be found within the hut; where is she?
Stella was once again using a stick to draw something on the sand when I stepped outside the hut to look for her, but I was too far away to see what she was drawing.
"Mrs. Woods, what are you doing?" Even after hearing my voice, she didn't turn around. She might not have heard me because she was so preoccupied with her work.
"Mrs. Woods Good morning." I shouted directly in front of her.
She saw my footprints in the sand and exclaimed, "Oh no, what have you done?" in a furious tone.
"Ethan, can't you see?" She began yelling angrily.
After all, what did I do to deserve this level of ire?
To read the words, I focused my eyes on the sand.
What exactly is she trying to figure out? I get the impression that Stella is a finance expert rather than an architect when I study the computations and figures she makes out on the sand.
It is not at all simple to calculate that many balance sheets, earnings, and losses are on the sand without any backup. Even my complete finance staff makes mistakes while creating a balance sheet. This is accurate, so how did Stella manage to calculate without a calculator all by herself?
Stella erased everything that had been written in the sand just as I was about to read the master plan.
"What have you done? At the very least, let me read the master plan you have made." I gave her an angry look.
"It would be better for you if you stopped meddling in my affairs since nothing is significant and you should mind your own business." Without glancing at me, she spoke before entering the hut.
What makes her so angry with me? Why does she leave me alone and leave that place whenever I try to approach her and talk to her? Is she avoiding me because of her boyfriend?
It is possible. She told me about her boyfriend and has been acting extremely weird around me ever since. But she was drawing out a big plan on the sand. She is not contemplating leaving me for her partner elsewhere.
I won't allow this to happen. She is my wife, so how can I permit her to have a romance with any man like this? I need to get back to Stella's lover as quickly as possible and break the news to him that she is now his wife.
How long Stella will continue to ignore me without cause baffles me.
For the past two days, she hasn't exchanged any words with me. She uses a piece of wood to draw various things on the sand all day long, but if I get close to her and try to read what she has written, she quickly erases everything before I can read it.
I have repeatedly questioned her about what she is keeping from me, and each time, she has remained silent.
I've had a void inside of me ever since she stopped talking to me. I'm experiencing a weird type of sadness. She refused to speak to me despite my repeated attempts.
I was unable to stand her stupidity and wanted to set things right by apologizing to her, but every time I tried to do so, my male ego would prevent me.
Since I'm unsure of when my grandmother's torture will end and I'll be flying back to New York, I don't want to stay too long on this island.
I was sitting on the hill's peak and enjoying the view of the surrounding waters when I abruptly heard a plane passing overhead.