A nervous hand was placed on the wide back of a chair, watching the stillness of the wife for a moment, unsure of when his voice would come out without igniting her displeasure… However, his heart’s preparation was useless… for it was Ewelina herself who first talked in the overwhelming tension invading their ambience.
“… What have you come here for?” — She asked straightforwardly with cold essence. Perturbing his being that struggled in her repulsion.
“..… I was worried about you.”
“…”
“I wanted to see you…”
The wife’s following silence provoked his hand to grip the wood nervously as her back was all he could see while her nature resounded cruel in the chamber where they had loved each other.
Ewelina’s soul had listened to his words as if distant… unable to control the trembling hate invoked in her being. Nonetheless, the body of her aching soul decided to rise. Slowly, as her state demanded… forcing herself to turn back and meet the eye of that who betrayed her love.