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Chapter 21

Author: Anney GW
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-03 11:08:14

ELISHA’S POV

Since the fight, Anthony and I barely spoke.

We didn’t argue, but the silence between us was its own kind of war—thick, cold, and always present. Words had stopped meaning anything between us. Tone mattered much more now. Eye contact, or the absence of it. Every quiet dinner. Every door closed too softly.

He’d been sleeping in the guest room. It just happened. Like everything else in our marriage, it was a quiet but big change.

At first, he tried.

Or said he was trying.

He came back to our bed one night, made small talk under the guise of reconciliation. Said we shouldn’t live like strangers. That we needed to “try again.”

I didn’t say no to the idea of fixing things. I said no to how he tried to fix it. He reached for me—not with kindness, not with remorse—but with entitlement. As if sex could smooth over everything. As if my body was still his by default, no matter how absent his heart had been.

I pulled away.

He didn’t push. But the rejection cut. I saw it in his fa
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