Chapter 4

I never really cared about anything.

But right now, I was losing my mind wanting to know.

Where did he go? Who was with him? Did he spend the night with Iris Valois?

Caleb brushed my hair away and kissed my forehead gently.

"Stop worrying about it," he murmured.

He still never explained or made exceptions, not even for me.

His touch was gentle and intimate, but his face was emotionless, like a robot.

His kiss silenced me as he undid my pajamas.

For seven years, we lived like any married couple, sharing all intimacy.

I had lost myself while…