Zachary pulled a long face and turned on his heel, marching back into the bedroom. Serenity had ditched him first thing in the morning, and now that she was home, she reverted to calling him by his name rather than a term of endearment. Already upset by his wife’s departure, Zachary became increasingly discontent and retreated to sulk in their room. He was throwing a fit.
At first, it didn’t occur to Serenity what was happening. She was taken aback when Zachary turned around and headed for the bedroom. Concerned, she asked Mrs. Lane, “What’s wrong with Zachary? Who made him mad?”
Mrs. Lane glanced at the bedroom door just as Zachary slammed it shut. Amused, she replied, “Mr. Zachary is angry with you.”
“Me?” Serenity exclaimed in confusion. “I left early this morning. I don’t remember upsetting him. Please, Mrs. Lane, tell me how I drove him up the wall. You know Zachary; he’s the pettiest one. It scares me when he’s mad.”
She spoke in hushed tones, hoping not to provoke Zachary further. It was her worst fear that he would throw a tantrum over something trivial. In the past, their silent treatment often stemmed from Zachary’s sudden outbursts, leaving Serenity puzzled and the conflict growing deeper. Eventually, they would stop speaking altogether.
Since the drama around his secret came to light and the couple reconciled, it had been a while since he displayed such an attitude and sulked. Oops. She hoped Zachary wouldn’t find out what she had said about him.
At times, Serenity felt she should switch places with Zachary. Typically, women were seen as the ones to throw tantrums, yet in their relationship, Zachary was the pouty one. Though he appeared mature and handsome, in matters of love, Serenity had never encountered anyone more childish than him.
fits better than Zachary. Mrs. Lane released the cat, but it remained by Serenity’s feet, unwilling to leave.
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