Kian’s POV
The tension between Sara and I had grown heavier with each passing day. Even the air in our room felt thick, cold and distant. She sat before the mirror brushing her hair, her strokes fast and angry. I could feel the tension before she even spoke.
“What’s wrong with you, Kian?” she finally asked, slamming the brush on the table.
“Nothing,” I said quickly.
“Don’t say nothing,” she shot back, turning to face me. “You’ve been acting strange since our wedding. We haven't made love and you barely look at me. Why?”
“I’m just tired,” I muttered.
“Tired?” She gave a short and bitter laugh. “You’ve been tired since the day we got married. Tell me the truth; are you seeing someone else?”
“No,” I said sharply. “There’s no one else.”
“Then what is it?” Her voice broke a little. “Why
