Isabella POV
Eight Months later.
It's been eight miserable months since I got married to Raphael and seven since he started sleeping in the guest room.
We didn't have a lot of conversation going on these days; heck! We didn't even get to see more of each other because he was always busy. He would work late into the night… most times I would lie awake and listen as his car would drive in.
Most times, he would go straight to bed, other times, I would hear him puttering around in the kitchen trying to fix up a quick meal before he would come up to the bathroom on the first floor and take his bath.
I stopped cooking because he rarely ate what I cooked. One time I confronted him about it, and his answer was straight and polite.
"I've lost my appetite for home cooking,".
