Because she had never owned him, not his heart, not his loyalty, not even his time. What they shared was a bond by name, not by soul. And the rest?
The rest was just a lie she whispered to herself late at night when the silence grew too loud.
It was that knowledge. That unshakeable truth that kept her awake. That pressed down on her chest like a weight that couldn’t be moved. It wasn’t that she wanted to control him, to possess him like some women did with their husbands. No. She wasn’t that kind of woman.
All she ever wanted, perhaps foolishly was more of him.
More of his voice. More of his touch.
More of his time.
When was the last time he had even looked at her with kindness?
She thought back to the last real conversation they’d had before the fight, before the sharp words and co
