It’s been days and my relationship with my husband has been worse than ever. Our house was like Antarctica—cold and lonely. It was nothing like the home that we built before. It was nothing like the home that we used to have.
I told him that I don’t trust him. How can I even trust him when he can’t tell me who that woman is? Does he think I would be a fool to trust him when I read a message like that from her? Does he think I would have the courage to trust him when he can’t even be honest with me?
I pursed my lips in a thin line before clenching my fists. The door chimes rang when Ice entered the café with a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand. He immediately walked towards me and handed me the flowers.
“For you,” he said with a smile on his face.
Ah, I’m the only cold one. He, on
