{Music Recommendation: Give it to me ~ Olivia Escuyos}
Back from the hospital, Mila was served lunch. She noticed how Zyran didn't talk to her again until they got home, and even then, he didn't wait back for lunch; he went straight to his room.
Earlier in the morning, Mila had remembered also how he didn't have much for breakfast.
"Maybe evil men don't feel hungry; they thrive on others' misfortune." Mila nodded to herself as she took a bite from the apple mangoes sliced in cube form.
What Mila loved the most about being married was how well they fed her. And it was like each new day, her appetite grew even larger. She couldn't finish a small bowl of rice before, but now she consumed a large bowl and a half all alone.
"Mm," Mila sighed, rubbing her stomach after a well-served lunch. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but the movement on her leg woke her up from the short nap she had taken.