CHAPTER 33
The silence in the house was starting to scream. Selene no longer offered Damien a glance.
She didn’t sit in the living room or greet him when he returned from work. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps soft, her presence muted.
Even when they passed each other in the hallway, she kept her head low, clutching the book she didn’t seem to read anymore. Damien felt it.
The wedge between them was no longer just emotional. It had become physical.
And it was driving him mad.
He knocked on her bedroom door one morning, holding a tray of breakfast. A croissant, fresh orange juice, and the tea she used to love. "Selene? I... made you something."
No response.
He stood there for a few more seconds before placing the tray gently on the floor. His shoulders slumped as he walked a
