Chapter 21

Denver’s POV

Wisdom is in blue.

I could tell that it is both literally and figuratively.

She tried to hide her red-rimmed eyes from me. But she failed. I could still see through it—through her eyes. Her face, her expression. Even the way her lips pout.

Where has she been this morning again? And why the hell is she crying?!

“Where have you been?” My words startled her as I was in the corner of the room where the dimness of the light cloaked my half-naked figure. I purposely turned off the lights as I’m about to surprise her with the slightly burnt (well, not that slightly) blueberry pancakes.

But it seems I was the one who was more surprised.

“Where have you been?” I reiterated. She tried to open her mouth, but she closed it again. Wisdom turned her back on me but I can see from the mirror that she brought her handkerchief to her eyes.

She faced me again, but the sorrow in her face still speaks to me otherwise. “I…I met somebody. Richard.”

Oh. That bastard.