Chapter 29 Axylia

• Exactly one week had passed since the incident, or maybe even longer, and things continued to get worse between Jeco and me.
• Comparable to fire and water colliding without possibility of reconciliation, we hardly spoke to one another and only happened to cross paths at breakfast. Even so, there was a suffocating silence between us that I was unable to escape.
• The memories of his coldness and indifference toward me came flooding back every time I saw him. With every day that went by, my hatred for Jeco grew because he treated me, his so-called wife like someone without feelings.