More pain, no divorce

Lindsay’s POV

I stared at the food in front of me in revulsion. Asher had made it. I didn’t know why he did it because a normal person was supposed to be angry. Asher, on the other hand, chose to give me food, but give me the silent treatment.

“You aren’t eating?” he asked. That had to be the third complete sentence he had said to me in a week. Yes, he hated me so much to even look at me, or talk to me. Well, the feeling was mutual. I couldn’t love a man who murdered my baby in cold blood. I was waiting for me to get back on my feet before thinking of a way to get the divorce I always wanted.

“Because I don’t feel like it,” I said with a stern look on my face. I didn’t look at him while talking. I hated him too much to do that. He knew I hated him, yet he still kept pushing his luck.

“Why wouldn’t you want to eat Lindsay?” I hated the way his voice sounded so calm as he said those words like he wasn’t a monster. Like he didn’t make me lose my baby and lied to my parents about it.