[Adelaide Knowles]
It’s been a month since my dearest husband rejected my s****l advance towards him. A month since he rejected my offer for a divorce and of course, a month since he went on a business trip and barely checked in on me except for randomly asking Nomi to make sure I was fed and Garrick to make sure I was safe, but not me. He wasn’t speaking to me.
I fiddle with my phone for a long while. Nomi is busy doing the dishes while I sit on the chair next to the kitchen island watching my text go unread once again. I sigh for the umpteenth time when I get no response. Nomi turns to me, “Maybe you should give him a call?” She suggests.
I huff, sliding the phone away in faux disinterest, “Or maybe, he should give me a call.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “You know, the
