Chapter 88

As Ian stepped into the lit up gallery, he realized that his irritation was unfounded and unnecessary. It wasn’t his gallery anymore at this point, he should rename it to the hall of worshiping his wife.

He kept Ashley’s eyes closed and backtracked to the stairs. He had thought the photos on his phone were too much. This was something that archaeologists would discover in five hundred years and declare Ashley as a former queen. She would never let him live this down.

He turned around, remembering that the library was still dark and he went to the other part filled with paintings of violence and bloodshed. Great!

He looked as though he could only paint three types of things. One, his grandfather’s kind of paintings, two, violence and bloodshed – things he wanted to do to some people that irritated him severely – and three, Ashley.

The fact that Ashley was the most popular in terms of amount and quality was something he needed to think about later.

“I’m tired of closing my eyes”, Ashley