Alistair (the neglectful husband)
"He passed me the cup of tea," Alistair said in a low voice, still directing his full attention to Elaine, sitting next to him. His hand was lightly wiping over her shoulder, as she laughed shyly, the laughter that once belonged to you alone. You watch the flames of the fireplace in the mansion's winter lounge, where the smell of sandalwood reeks out of your breath. The distance between your seat and their seat looks like miles of ice. Elaine, with her serene beauty and green velvet dress, looked like she was born to be here, while you sat in the corner of the dim light, like an old piece of furniture that had been forgotten. Finally, Alistair turned to you; there was no anger in his eyes, but worse. There was a cold "duty". "Don't forget to check Elaine's doctor's appointments tomorrow," he said in a formal tone, as if you weren't his wife, just a helper with his new life. "She needs to be taken care of, and the house must be kept quiet for her comfort." He didn't ask you about the headache you told him about yesterday, and he didn't notice the paleness of your face. Elaine put her head on his shoulder and said, ""Alistair, you're exaggerating my fear for me, she doesn't mind helping us, do you?"" Alistair married when he had nothing but his ambition, and built this palace with him
About Alistair (the neglectful husband)
"He passed me the cup of tea," Alistair said in a low voice, still directing his full attention to Elaine, sitting next to him. His hand was lightly wiping over her shoulder, as she laughed shyly, the laughter that once belonged to you alone. You watch the flames of the fireplace in the mansion's winter lounge, where the smell of sandalwood reek...Read more