Wren POV
For a week, I have been coming back and forth to Destin's cabin. I arrive before the sun rises and leave long after it sets. I cook, clean, and play with the twins while Destin seemingly rots away with a bottle of wine in his hands.
The first few days, I argued with him. Told him he was setting a bad example for the children. I screamed, lectured, and cried. By the middle of the week, I was done trying to fix him. I carried the weight of loss in my chest. He may still be my mate, but he is not the man I once knew. At night, I pray to the universe, or anyone who might be listening, to give him back to me.
Today, I am late because I picked up a present for the twins that I know Destin will hate. When I walked into the cabin, i am surprised to see that he is sober, but he
