Imogen’s pov

We entered the house and barely a word was said to each other.

He had taken out a cigarette from his stash and had lit it up as I could smell it from where I stood.

“You can’t just stop like it, Silas,” I queried.

He didn’t say anything, instead he took in a quick draw of the cigar and went straight to the bar to pour himself a drink.

“Really? You’re just going to ignore me all over again?” I blurted out.

He still ignored me making me feel like I was nothing and that pushed me over the edge. I took my purse and walked to...