Chapter Eighteen | Second Thoughts

Days had passed since the surprise apology. The sun had come and gone and with the light the giant ball of fire had brought; it hadn’t just warmed the weather, but that of her soul. And, dare she say, that warmth had started to melt the ice around her husband’s chilly heart.

Since the dinner, the energy in not only the vacation home but between the newlyweds had shifted. The house was no longer cold and empty, no dark cloud looming over them while Blaze stormed through the house to make his presence known with the obnoxious slamming of doors which played like alarm bells for the wife who stayed hidden alone in her room, walking around on eggshells in the house that was supposedly half hers, despite the way she acted as if she was nothing more than an unwanted guest, tiptoeing the lonely halls like a shadow. Now the shadow pressed to the wall has stepped out, and she wasn’t so scared that she felt she had to be a ghost in her own home. Liviana started to walk freely, and with cordial s