Three Days Later…
As the days passed, the distance between Ariana and Vincent only grew wider. They barely spoke, and when they did, it was painfully formal and polite. Ariana had made sure she kept her word. She was giving him the space he wanted.
Their time at home was worse. They ate in silence like strangers, rode to the office together…in silence, only glancing at each other when the other wasn’t looking.
As much as Vincent appreciated the space, the silent treatment was starting to piss him off yet, he couldn’t complain.
He asked for this.
Ariana sat at the cafeteria with Kaylor sitting across, a plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of them, and a glass of orange juice as well as a glass of water.
“Believe it or not, I do not envy your position. I cannot imagine working fo
