Chapter 25. The Truth That Hurts

Theo

I couldn't cry anymore. The tears had dried up, leaving only emptiness. My heart felt like a void, beating slowly, just like the air entering my lungs.

Admitting to Juliano the feelings I had nurtured amidst love was something that scared me, but I still had to say it. His beautiful eyes gradually overflowed, finally realizing the meaning of the things I was saying.

The bitter scream that escaped his throat haunted my mind; it was as if I had shattered into a thousand pieces, and now I could never fix it. But I was wrong when I imagined the worst.

Hours passed, and he didn't come back, so I packed up our things and sat in front of the chalet, waiting. When I noticed, he sat beside me. His clothes were changed, and the food basket was forgotten by his side. My husband had a distant, lifeless gaze; his face was swollen and red, and all I felt was guilt corroding me. I didn't say anything to him; I couldn't find my voice, but I reached for hi