Chapter 8:
Kayla's pov
I simply dropped my fork as soon as Dante left. Even though my hands were trembling, I was unable to force myself to pick it up. I felt so... diminutive.
My eyes began to well up with tears, but I forced myself not to cry in front of Joe. He didn't have to witness that. He appeared to be unaware of what was going on with me and that I was breaking on the inside as he sat there pressing his phone.
Even after I wiped my eyes, it continued. It never ends.
My husband, Dante, had advised me to avoid him, act as though I didn't know him, and keep out of his way. In name, I'm just his wife. What else should I do, though? How should I feel? He doesn't seem to want me in the same room as him, much less in the same house.
I wanted to scream and smash anything, but I was
