Summary
My husband and I had a massive row over his White Moonlight.
He slammed the door and stormed out, vanishing for two weeks.
Then, on a cold, eerie night during a torrential downpour, he returned.
He was no longer the cold, unfeeling man I once knew.
Now, his eyes overflowed with affection whenever he looked at me. He clung to me, acting spoiled and needy, possessively demanding kisses and treating me with incredible tenderness.
But slowly, a horrifying realization began to dawn on me.
Is the man who came back truly my husband?