Elara's POV
Madam Alice’s burial is in a few hours… so are my plans to see Matthew.
In watchful silence, I leaned by the window, which gave me a sky view of the fine landscape, rooftops, and gardens. It was already late, but Marco wasn't still back.
Lately, he returned late; sometimes, he didn't at all. It was his new pattern, and I was sort of getting acquainted with the lifestyle.
‘Are you hurting?... Are you still mad at me?... Do you hate me?’
A silent sob stiffened in my throat and I sniffled, holding back from crying with everything in me.
I mean, this union was his idea, and I had also lost too, but not up to a quarter of his. My presence had somehow fueled his bad luck.
Against my will, tears streamed down my cheeks.
‘Elara, stop. Please, stop.’
I pressed my eyes sh
