Time passed slowly. Each hour felt heavy, like a thick blanket pressing down on me. The air in the house felt tense, and it was hard to ignore. It wasn't just the distance between Sebastian and me that hurt. It was the dreams we had tried to create together. Those dreams now felt fake. The future we hoped for was never going to happen.
I sat in the study. I pretended to sort through papers. These papers didn’t matter to me. They were the same old documents I had received since I signed the contract.
This was our contract. Now, every piece of paper felt like an anchor. It was pulling me down into the deep end. I couldn’t breathe in this place anymore.
It had been twenty-four hours since I gave him a final proposal. The time was up. I waited for a sign that I mattered to him. I wanted to
