From earlier on our trip home to the mansion, he was quiet; it was so peaceful inside the car. He still didn't speak until we walked through the mansion's wide living room and climbed the glittering staircase. I only heard the sound of our steps, but no words were uttered by my jealous husband.
“Come inside now, Valerie,” he said coldly.
Finally, he said words. I walked inside the room and passed by him, facing the quiet bed.
The sound of the door closing was soft. I was surprised because of his behavior. He was gentle in his actions, something that made me think that it was really refreshing.
I thought he was going to yell at me again now or he was going to hurt me physically. But that was not what he did, because he just showed me his very cold treatment.
I disdained to face him a
