Sooner or later, the resentment she feels now will turn into hate.
Before that day comes, who knows what will happen between them.
*
When Daisy Ginger woke up, the day was already fully bright.
The glass window was open, and outside, the shady grove rustled in the winter wind.
She slowly sat up in bed, the soft silk bedding slid down, and she felt a chill on her skin, only belatedly realizing that the night before, Edward Stephens hadn't even bothered to put a nightgown on her.
They'd been together for half a year; he knew her as well as she knew herself.
After all, they were adults; such things wouldn't lead to a breakdown or anything drastic.
She sat on the bed, wondering if her body was too exhausted; her mind was a jumble, like a rusty machine, each turn of thought causing a sharp pain.
Daisy held her forehead, slowly exhaling, unable to understand how she ended up in this situation.
