Richard’s POV.
It had been two weeks since I got engaged to Susan, and she was on top of the world.
Everywhere we went, she flashed the ring, her smile wide and bright. At home, she took charge of everything.
“We need new curtains,” she said one day. The next, it was, “Let's change the dining table. It’s too old-fashioned.”
She wanted to make the house feel ‘new,’ like a fresh start.
I didn’t care much. She could change whatever she wanted. It was her home too now.
But as the days passed, doubts started creeping in, like shadows I couldn't quite shake off.
I remembered what Martins had said. He had looked me in the eyes and asked, ‘Are you sure you're happy?’
At the time, I brushed it off. What did he know? I knew what I wanted. I wanted Susan.
I wanted the thrill and the spark, n
