Clyver’s POV
I sat comfortably at the sofa seat of our currently quiet and empty house. Aimee left. I should be happy since there’s no one who’ll gonna cross the line and tell me what I should do. However, what confuses me is the hollow feeling that I have in my stomach as I listen to the silence of our own home.
My phone resting beside me suddenly rang. Hyko’s name appeared but it soon ended. My brows furrowed as I slide open my phone and saw several messages from him and one missed call. I opened his recently sent messages and my crumpled face became more annoyed when I read his message.
‘Your wife’s here at the bar. Guess she’s drunk.’
I quickly got up in my seat and grabbed my car keys. I did not waste time changing clothes and went with my back cargo pants and plain white shirt.
