SIENNA’S POV
When Evan and I first got married, I thought it would last forever. He was charming, of course, that's how they get you. He promised a perfect life.
I was young and wanted to build something good. I put his job first, his needs, his wants. My own dreams, my art, slowly disappeared. The twins came almost immediately, so being a wife and a mom became my primary goals. I told myself his little put-downs were just stress, I missed the small changes, how he stopped giving compliments, how his touch became boring, s*x life got boring. I said it was normal for a long marriage.
Then came the bigger house, more work trips, and more distance. He stopped asking about my day. He barely looked at my paintings, he'd say I was too clingy. The hints became clear: a different perfume, a ho
