The promise Ethan made that night stayed with Amelia.
“Then let me fight for us.”
He had held her until she fell asleep.
Held her through the tears.
Through the fear.
Through the doubts.
And for the first time in months, Amelia allowed herself to break completely in his arms.
Because she was tired.
So unbelievably tired.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Tired of Sophia.
Tired of the internet.
Tired of people discussing her marriage as if she wasn’t a real person.
Tired of pretending she was stronger than she actually was.
And Ethan
God.
Ethan looked broken himself.
Because seeing her cry had done something terrible to him.
Something dangerous.
Something permanent.
He had spent years building empires.
Conquering competitors.
Destroying enemies.
But watching his wife cry
