Chapter 42
“Mr Smith is back ma'am.” The same worker announced like I'd instructed. With a nod, I dismissed her, hesitantly crawling out of bed. As much as I was annoyed (and sad) at him, I couldn't deny the fact his company was still in possible loss, and he'd still be stressed, which meant I couldn't let how I felt stop me from helping him fight off any type of depression. One thing I hated was the stupid spirit called depression. It had traumatized me enough when it had possessed mom, no way would I risk sitting and watching the same thing happen to someone else. Especially not my husband. Even if we were going to get a divorce very soon. I spared a glance at the wall clock, surprised that he'd come home by five p.m. Certainly very early for him. Putting on my bunny slippers and ignoring
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