“One day! It hasn't even been twenty-four hours to our wedding yet, Aron, and you wanted to end it!” Rhea yelled at the incredulous man standing on the other side of the bed with confusion an horror painted all over his face as he watched the woman lose her sh*t over him using the word, “something permanent.”
***
Half an hour ago, inside his darkened hobby room, when Rhea’s voice turned unnaturally steady Aron finally stopped focusing on his inner dialogue and paid attention to what the woman was saying. The hurt, the desperation in her words tugged on his heartstrings.
He wondered, since when it became acceptable for him to make her feel that way and that thought put everything into perspective.
As he heard the woman pull a perfectly controlled voice, a little too perfect for it to
