Dr. Selene Hart’s office felt like a sanctuary and a battlefield at the same time. Elowen sat on the familiar couch, her knees drawn up with the weight of yesterday’s public scene with Victor still crushing her chest. Victor on his knees in the hotel hallway, tears streaming, security dragging him away while guests recorded everything. The humiliation had followed her into sleep.
“Today we’re going to talk about grief,” Selene said gently, her voice steady and warm. “Not just the betrayal, but the death of the marriage you thought you had. The version of Victor you loved.”
Elowen swallowed hard before answering. “It feels like mourning someone who’s still alive. Like I lost the man I married, but he’s out there weaponizing our life against me.”
Selene nodded. “Tell me about the good ti
