Days later, Sasha received a call from her mother, asking her to bring Michael to dinner that night.
“Mom, I don't know if he'll be free, he's been a little busy lately,” she excused.
“Why wouldn't he be free? We haven't had dinner with you two since you got married, he can't refuse. Just tell him we'll be expecting you. Bye.” Angelica hung up.
Sasha sighed and stared at her phone, Michael hadn't spoken a word to her since the day of the incident.
He seemed to be engrossed in his “don't talk to me” rule and it was getting worse now. Before, he had at least thrown a word or two at her and they even engaged in one or two arguments, even if it was to annoy her but he hadn't even done that. She said a word more, he practically acted like she didn't exist. So how was she going to invit
