I Married The Villain

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized—Something was seriously wrong. I warred in my mind, whether to go back but I didn't want to be shut out so coldly again so I decided against it.

I exhaled sharply, stepping into my chambers.

Enough. I wasn't going to let this consume me. I would sleep, forget him, and in the morning—everything would return to normal.

Or so I thought. The next morning came pretty quickly. I tried to ignore my growing concern and just drowned myself in other activities. Reading—gardening—picking out new curtains for the rooms and hallways. But then I stopped—I couldn't pretend anymore.

I didn't see him all day.

At first, I thought he was avoiding me. Maybe he was still annoyed. But as the hours passed, that excuse became harder and harder to believe.

I asked around. No one had seen him.