“You are hungry, but you are carrying nothing, Rosella. Your hunger can wait. End of discussion,” he said sharply before turning to Sasha. His voice softened. “What do you want to eat first? The beef tapa? The shrimp?”
Sasha glanced at me briefly, then pointed quietly at what she wanted. My husband served her like a servant. My fists clenched, and I looked away.
He used to do that for me too. When I was pregnant. He’s sweet, overprotective of me and the baby but I lost it. I lost him, too.
“She should eat too,” Sasha mumbled, barely audible.
Darius sighed and turned to me. “Fine. Sasha wants you to eat. So eat, Rosella. Just don’t upset her.”
But my appetite was gone. Only bitterness remained.
“I’ll rest. I’m not hungry anymore.”
He gritted his teeth, clearly displeased. But I didn’t care. I walked away without waiting for him to stop me.
I headed straight to the closet. My luggage was already packed. I was just waiting for the council's separation papers. Until then, I couldn’t file for divorce. In our world, both the human government and the council had to sign off to fully dissolve a marriage.