Iceberg Husband’s Inner Voice
Language: en
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I suddenly realized I could hear my cold, stoic husband's inner thoughts. At breakfast, I habitually sat on the far side of the dining table. A second later, a tearful, utterly aggrieved voice whined inside my head. [Boohoo, my wife is sitting so far away from me again. Distance only breeds longing and heartbreak...] My hand froze over my spoon. I looked up. Gary sat opposite me, his handsome face composed as he calmly ate his toast. At bedtime, I kept a safe distance and pulled the covers over my side of the mattress. [I specifically changed into a…