Chapter 18

Karl Thompson.

It's been three weeks since the last time I've heard her voice.

My home has gone from being a tension ball to being a cold freaking freezer. Lucy Chaw, my wife, no longer looks like a living thing. Just a ghost moving from place to place.

The last night i heard her soft voice was the night she's surprised me with a sudden question.

'why did you marry me?' she had asked me and i wasn't able to give her a straight answer. Instead, I'd done the one thing I'm good at doing when she's around me. I'd spat venomous words at hee, hoping it would reminding me the very purpose of this little arranged marriage.

From then on, Lucy kept to herself, never talking to me and always made sure to never look at me. If i told her to do something, she'd just nod her head but never spoke with her voice.

She's also stopped cooking for me. Not that I'd ever eaten the breakfast she made and always came late for dinner. But still, it some how upset me.

She has stopped cooking for me, but she hasn