~Alistair's POV~
She paused, her tone turning firm yet maternal. "Go back to your room, Alis. Don't sleep apart. Go back, sit down with your husband, and talk until there are no more secrets. Show his mother that your bond isn't a thread she can just snip away. Make it an iron chain. Be patient. Confirm the truth with your own eyes, not through the lens of your anger."
I wiped my face, her words settling into my chest. "You think I should go back?"
"I think you should fight for your home," she said. "Don't let a woman like that define your happiness. Go take care of your marriage with patience, my son. Love is work, and right now, it's your turn to do the work."
"Okay, Mom," I murmured, feeling a spark of resolve return to my heart. "Thank you so much."
"You are welcome, son. I love you."
