Chapter 138

Precisely one hour to the second after he left the room, he walks back in, looking a little stony-faced and unreadable. His mood appears frosty, and he casts me a glance as I sit on the couch, finishing up my lipstick. I pretend I’m not affected by his sudden appearance and don’t react to him walking in. Focusing hard on applying my signature red stain while holding a compact mirror.

Although, in reality, my heart skips a beat, my stomach sinks, and I have to breathe very slowly to keep my calm at the sight of him. My hands tremble. I feel sick instantly and know that we will either fight or… well, who am I kidding. We are probably going to fight. I mean, how can we not?

I overreacted slightly—majorly. I can’t undo that reaction, and yet I’m still internally panicking like a freak and not able to even broach the M word yet.

I’m clean, dressed, made up and less ‘ugh’ after several aspirins and two bottles of water. I haven’t eaten yet as my insides are still doing t