This was the second time she had felt this way. Was he planning to divorce her? Why did he keep saying things like this? Even though she hadn't wanted to admit it, Why was he making her question herself?
Deep down, no matter how much she tried to dismiss the thought, she was in love with him. She had realized it that day when they had kidnapped her.
That day, she understood that she actually loved him—so much—but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Not now, not when things were like this, not when he was making her question whether she should even say it at all, or just keep it to herself.
She quietly stared at him, waiting patiently for his answer, but he remained silent.
"Zethan," she called out.
They both stared at each other. She could sense he was hiding something, but what? His face revealed nothing, though it seemed he was thinking deeply.
