"Oh, why'd you come back alone? Where's William?" Her parent-in-law, Mrs. Franklin, chimed in.
Mia had no idea—after New York, they'd gone radio silent.
These past few days, she'd turned it over in her mind, again and again.
Maybe it was time to let go...
She'd sworn to herself once: No matter how William treated her in this marriage, she'd push through. But now? She couldn't.
His love for Rachel didn't hurt as much as this: After over two years of knowing him and five months of marriage, he showed her no kindness. Beyond the bedroom, they had zilch—no real couple talks, no shared warmth.
Their days dragged on, flat as stale coffee. More like polite strangers than partners—cold, distant.
After her miscarriage, not a word of comfort. Instead, he accused her of faking it, blind to her pain. Or maybe he just never cared enough to see.
Arguments? He tossed out barbs like "This is the path you chose," his tone dripping disdain.
