eighteen

Two weeks had passed since the Meredith incident and Liam and I had eventually moved back to his mansion. Everything returned to its normal state as exactly as it was before we get married but worst.

I became lonely.

Dreadfully, lonely up in my bedroom.

In the morning, Liam left for work. His returning schedule also was unpredictable. Some days he came back very late at night and there were days he came back a little earlier but he would either spend the rest of the evening in his office or go out. I did not see much of him and neither did he had seen a lot of me. It was like we were not even living together, or let alone married to one another. We were like two strangers sharing the same floor inside this vast mansion. From time to time, our names were mentioned in a conversation but