Just a Contract Wife

Kristo

I served up and took my seat opposite her, grabbing myself a water from the fridge.

“You want a drink?” I asked, and she shook her head and took a spoonful of the curry, blowing on it softly.

“No, I’m fine,” she replied calmly. That tone of voice was the thing that was driving me the wildest because it seemed so removed, so uninterested, so bored. Like she couldn’t wait for me to shut up and stop talking already. I sat down slowly, letting out a long breath as I did so, trying to get a hold on my annoyance. It had been a long day at work, that was all. I could handle myself.

“How was your day?” I asked carefully, and she shrugged.

“It was fine,” she replied. “And yours?”

“It was kind of stressful,” I replied, eyeing her, waiting for her to respond with something, anything. But she just nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied mildly. She took a bite of her food.

“This is nice,” she remarked. Everything had suddenly become so bland with her, as though she had shaved the rou