The following days were nothing but harsh for Skyla. Battling her ever-growing feelings for Zyair, restraining herself from acknowledging them and ignoring him.
She drowned herself in work. But the toughest part was facing her husband.
It was a week later when he finally came home with his face swollen like a pufferfish. Skyla was horrified and so was Amsilia seeing the condition of his face. He had been wearing a mask similar to Zyair to hide away the bruises he had left on him.
"What happened?" Amsilia asked in horror. She and Skyla were having tea when he entered the living room.
Doran threw the mask on the table in front of them before facing Skyla and pinning her with a murderous gaze.
Skyla stared back in defiance, her kind heart felt pity but no remorse for him. Finally, he got the taste of his own medicine.
