Lucian's POV
Two weeks.
Two weeks since Rhoda started leaving the house early every morning.
Each day she was gone before I even woke up, and by the time she returned, the sky was already dark.
We barely spoke. We barely ate together. We barely even looked at each other anymore.
The distance between us felt suffocating like a slow agonizing wound that refused to heal.
I knew where she was. I knew who she was with.
Anthony.
Ever since his accident, Rhoda had been spending her days at the hospital with him
At first, I told myself it was just her being kind, caring, and a selfless woman because that was who she was.
But as the days stretched on, her absence grew heavier, and I couldn't ignore the ache in my chest.
The thought of her sitting by his side, holding his hand, and comfo
