Chapter 55 Cold And Distant

• Zayne might have let Carmine live but the heftiness still lingered in the home. The silence had gobbled the walls. The place where we were once laughing, had become a silent tomb.
• Everything was becoming hollow and the distant feeling was suffocating me. Yet for the sake of reviving I once lost, I poured all my attention into being a ‘good’ wife.
• I lived in a state of hyper-vigilance, anticipating his needs before he even voiced them, desperate to fill the freezing void he had left between us.