SixI took a drag of my cigar as I stared into the distance. It had been a whole week, and Arabella was yet to warm up to me.I spent most of the day out, putting plans in place to ensure she was safe, and when I got home, she would be holed up in the bedroom.I wondered if she worried about me. She never asked where I had gone, and whenever I got home, we would eat dinner in silence.It was torturous laying next to her and not being able to touch her. She would have her back to me all night.I did try at first to talk to her, but her continued silence made me give up. She wasn’t ready yet; she was still hurting, and understandably so.I’d give her time—heck, I’d give her all the time she wanted—because I loved her, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her ever. And so I’ll wait. I was still waiting.Sometimes I would bring her a gift, little things I knew she would appreciate: a book, unique jewelry, a new dress. Her eyes would light up in excitement, and then they would dim whe
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