234 Never Be Healed

Kaden ate his food leisurely. He sat there like he was dining in a fine restaurant. With each relaxed bite, he ignored the venomous glare from his wife across the table. He sliced through the perfectly cooked filet mignon. Meanwhile, his wife sliced it like she was envisioning his face.

"How's the food?" Kaden asked just to piss her off further.

"Would be a lot better if you weren't sitting across from me." Lina stabbed the meat and placed it into her mouth. She could feel the flames of the fireplace. Her nostrils flared at the heat crawling to her back.

Kaden's lips curled upwards. His gaze flickered to the two sculptures at the end of the table. He had just tossed in the picture frame. She looked like she was plotting his murder.

"I just love my delightful wife," Kaden teased. "Always the kindest woman."