An aggrieved wife

 Abrielle was surprised, it was so obvious she couldn't hide it. He did send a letter. A sad smile graced her lips wondering why the hell Cedric would send her a letter.

 

 "He must have been busy, I am sure he is fine." Abrielle shrugged, picking up her spoon to scoop some soup. She took a sip that tasted bland in her mouth. Her tongue suddenly lost its sense of taste.

 

 "Too busy to send a letter to his wife. I guess he thought you would not care less." Alfonso drew, he could sense it despite how Abrielle hid it.

 

 She dropped her spoon, her face going stoic. "I would appreciate it if you keep your nose out of my marriage. I understand my husband more than you do. Cedric didn't want me to worry much knowing about my health by telling me about how difficult his journey was." She firmly said; her voice was domineering, and it took Alfonso unaware.