He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 181

Yet she merely bit her lower lip, washing his shirt in absolute silence.

Grant fast-forwarded the footage.

By evening, Sienna had prepared a full table of food, sitting quietly on the couch to wait for him to come home.

From time to time, she glanced toward the entryway, her eyes brimming with anticipation. They sparkled, as if holding the stars.

Every time there was a faint sound, she immediately sat up straight, straining her ears to listen.

But none of those sounds belonged to the man she was waiting for.

Time ticked by, second by second.

The hands of the old-fashioned wall clock moved steadily, emitting a rhythmic ticking sound.

From six o'clock to ten o'clock at night, she reheated the food on the table over and over again.

The anticipation in her eyes dimmed little by little.

It wasn't until eleven-thirty at night that his car finally appeared on the surveillance screen.

Almost the moment the headlights swept across the driveway, the woman on the couch, who had been dozing off, jolted awake and sat bolt upright.

She quickly smoothed her hair and adjusted her clothes before hurrying to the door.

A gentle smile bloomed on her face once more as she prepared to welcome her husband home.

And what about him?

In the footage, he pushed the door open with an impatient scowl, reeking of alcohol, completely ignoring her warm greeting.

Sienna said cautiously, "You're back. The food is still warm. Go wash up and eat."

But he only replied coldly, "I already ate out with Lyla."

Then, he walked right past her without even sparing her a single glance.

Sienna's smile froze on her face; she stood rooted to the spot, staring despondently at his back as he headed upstairs.

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