Laila POV
Sat on the couch, in Elijah’s living room staring blankly at the wall as my mind wandered back to Anton. It had been days since now and I was yet to hear anything from him or about him.
Consumed by gratitude and relief of finally being free of him, the thought of him had been scarce in my mind but a wave of worry had suddenly hit me out of nowhere.
Where was he? Was he okay?
Scared to even talk to Elijah about it because of how crazy it’d sound given everything he’d put me through, but despite all that, a part of me was undeniably worried sick about him.
He’s still my husband and I believe there was a time in history where love truly existed between us and it was hard to just shut that off completely.
My head was about to split into a million pieces. The headache was pain
