JONATHAN POV
My father had left the office some time ago, and though he hadn’t told me where he was headed, he assured me that his absence wouldn’t be long. I had grown accustomed to these abrupt departures because they were part of the rhythm of our lives, marked by the unpredictable nature of his work. But today, I found myself lost in the tangle of my own frustrations, struggling to focus on the mounting pile of paperwork on my desk.
Since the debacle at Rylee's engagement, Rosie had made my life a daily ordeal. Her demands were unending: clothes, jewelry, shoes. Her whims seemed to have no bounds, a stark contrast to the woman I had known before we were married. The transformation in her had been unsettling. She had always been a bit of a princess, but the level of her capriciousness
