Left on His Wedding Night, the War God Returned

Chapter 8: The Stranger's Eyes

"Do I have to report everything I do to you?"

Kevin's voice was quiet, almost bored, and the words landed on Sarah like a bucket of cold water. She opened her mouth to fire back, but something stopped her. A memory, sharp and unwelcome, rising from just one week ago. 

Jasper had been bitten by a venomous snake during a field inspection, and she'd grabbed her coat and rushed out the door without explanation. 

When Kevin had asked where she was going, she'd said those exact words to him. That exact sentence. That exact tone.

Guilt pressed against the inside of her ribs, brief and uncomfortable, before she shoved it down.

"That's different," she muttered.

"Is it?"

"You could have at least told me you were going out. I came home expecting you to be here, Kevin. I waited. I skipped dinner because I thought we'd eat together, and instead I walked into an empty apartment."

Kevin looked at her with an expression so flat it barely qualified as a face. "Then learn to cook."

Sarah blinked. "What?"

"Cook for yourself. Or hire a housekeeper. Either way, the problem is solved."

"I don't need a housekeeper. I have you. You've always cooked for us. That's what you do."

Something shifted behind Kevin's eyes. Something cold and sharp that hadn't been there before, not in three years of loving her, not even during last night's argument. 

When he spoke, his voice carried a cruelty she had never heard from him.

"I wasn't born to be your servant, Sarah."

The words cut through the air and landed somewhere deep inside her chest.

 Sarah stared at him, searching his face for the man she'd married, the man who used to kneel at her feet and remove her shoes after a long day, who used to plate her food with the care of a Michelin chef, who used to press his lips to her forehead and tell her she never had to worry about anything as long as he was around.

That man was gone. The person standing in front of her looked the same, sounded the same, but his eyes belonged to a stranger.

Panic crept into her blood, quiet and cold. She could feel the ground shifting beneath their marriage, could feel the cracks widening with every word he spoke, and for the first time since their argument started, real fear touched her heart.

She needed to fix this. She needed to pull him back somehow, make him remember that they were on the same side. 

Her mind scrambled for something, anything, and landed on the first thing she could think of.

"Jasper came to work today," she offered, trying to make her voice light, casual. "Even though he was still recovering, he dragged himself to the office. Can you believe that? But he looked much better than last night, and the doctors said he's almost fully healed, so I won't need to keep checking on him much longer. You won't have to worry about it anymore."

The moment Jasper's name left her mouth, she knew she'd made a mistake.

Kevin's eyes went razor sharp. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees, and when he turned to face her fully, Sarah felt her body instinctively take half a step backward.

"I told you," he spoke slowly, each word carved from ice, "I don't want to hear a single thing about Jasper Doom. Not his name. Not his health. Not his work ethic. Nothing."

"Kevin, you're being unreasonable. He's injured. He went to the hospital because of internal bleeding, and instead of recovering, he showed up at the office because he's that dedicated. 

How can you have so little compassion for someone who's clearly suffering? He's a human being who needs help, and all you see is some imaginary threat."

She said in one breath, still on the edge of irritation. 

"Imaginary?" Kevin's laugh was hollow, like here goes the cycle of how he is doing wrong with her wife so called best employee. 

He looked straight in her eyes,"You left our wedding night for him. You spent the entire night at his bedside. You came to work during your honeymoon, and the first person through your office door was him. And now you're standing in our home, telling me how wonderful he is while I'm right here in front of you. Tell me, Sarah, at what point does this stop being my imagination?"

"He's my employee. My friend. That's all,” she shot back.

"Then why is he always the first person you think about?" Kevin's voice rose for the first time, he was done with her fakeness

. "Why is his name always in your mouth? Why do you know every detail of his recovery but you didn't even ask me how I spent today, or whether I ate, or how I'm feeling about the fact that my wife abandoned me on our wedding night?"

Sarah's face flushed hot. "That's not fair."

"Fair?" Kevin laughed again, and the sound was bitter enough to taste. "You want to talk about fair? You think it's fair that I have to stand here and listen to you praise the man who's destroying our marriage? If you think Jasper is so wonderful, so understanding, so dedicated and caring, then go be with him. I'm sure he'd love to cook for you. I'm sure he'd love to marry you. Hell, let's make it convenient. My divorce and your wedding to Jasper on the same day. Save everyone the trouble."

The blood drained from Sarah's face. Her lips parted but nothing came out for several seconds, like the words had been punched out of her lungs.

"How dare you." Her voice shook. "How dare you say that to me. I have never, never done anything inappropriate with Jasper. You need to apologize to me right now."

Kevin took a step back.

It was a small movement, barely a foot of distance, but the way he did it made Sarah's stomach turn to stone. He didn't step back in anger or frustration.

 He stepped back the way you step away from someone you don't know. Someone you don't trust. Someone you're done with.

And his eyes, God, his eyes. They looked at her like she was a stranger on a crowded street. Not with hatred, not with anger, but with nothing. Complete, total nothing.

The words died in Sarah's throat. Every argument she'd prepared, every defense, every accusation, they all dissolved under that empty gaze. 

Because hatred she could fight. Anger she could weather. But indifference, true indifference from a man who had loved her with everything he had for three years, that was something she didn't know how to survive.

Kevin turned away from her, moving toward the bedroom.

"Kevin, wait."

He kept walking.

"Kevin, please." Her voice broke on his name, and before she knew what she was doing, she crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him from behind. She pressed her face into his back and held on tight, like he might disappear if she let go.

"Stop fighting with me," she whispered. "Please. I can't take this anymore. Just stop."

Kevin stood perfectly still. Her arms around his waist, her cheek warm against his spine, her breathing uneven and shaky. 

He could feel her trembling, could feel the fear running through her body like an electric current, and somewhere deep inside the frozen landscape of his chest, something ached.

The silence stretched between them for a long time.

"Fire Jasper," Kevin finally spoke. His voice was calm, quiet, stripped of all emotion. "Cut all ties with him. Completely. That's the only way forward."

As the words left his mouth, a faint smile curled onto his lips that Sarah couldn't see. It was mocking, directed at himself more than anyone else. 

Because he already knew what her answer would be. He'd known it since the moment she walked out of their honeymoon suite.

And behind that smile, filling his eyes with something that looked like grief, was the bitter knowledge that he was asking a question whose answer would break whatever was left between them.