**Collins POV**
After Mrs. Ryan left, I sat in the living room for what felt like hours, listening to the sound of Nora's muffled sobs coming from upstairs. Each cry felt like a knife twisting in my chest. I was her husband – I was supposed to protect her from pain, not be the cause of it.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I knew Mrs. Ryan had advised me to give Nora space, but I couldn't just sit down here while my wife was falling apart upstairs. Whatever happened, we were married now. We were Mr. and Mrs. Collins Walter, and that had to mean something, even in the midst of this nightmare.
I climbed the stairs slowly, my heart pounding with each step. When I reached our bedroom door, I paused, pressing my ear against the wood. The crying had quieted, but I could hear her moving ar
