Chapter 288 His Wife

• Nothing was the same after Henry’s confession. He withdrew into himself, sinking into a silence so deep it felt like he’d locked himself away in some invisible cage. The shift in him was unsettling, almost suffocating, in a way Elise couldn’t quite understand or explain.
• She had seen him angry, possessive, even cruel—but that, somehow, had become familiar, almost expected. But this... this version of him, distant and withdrawn, was something she couldn't make sense of.
• He didn’t speak much. He didn’t touch her. For two nights, he hadn’t even tried to be intimate—not once. No arguments, no demands, no sex. Just... silence.