plastered to her skin, until the chill sank p

move, pivoting b

p, showing th

rling

, moving through the cavernous rooms where o

marble island, under a glass dome, sat a per

eir anniversary. She had s

d in her chest. She had spent three years believing love could be earned th

er own. She gave up coffee for his tea, filled their home with t

or no

moment, she felt nothing. Then, with a calm, deliberate motion, she picked up t

with a sof

g her skin raw, trying to wash away the last three ye

r hair when the b

liff w

th him. Underneath it all, a scent that clung to his c

rgi

walked straight to the closet, the silen

voice was steady,

sweater over his head, his expr

that had haunted her dreams, the cold gray ey

ng a divorce

e. He stared at her as if she'd spoken i

er eyes, which had always held a plea

each word perfectly fo

, Heathcliff Sterling truly saw his wife. The quiet woman was gone. In her pla

her eyes and felt noth

where there used

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