Chapter 13

I erased what had happened that day. Or at least, I tried to. I kept silent. He heard nothing from me, and he said nothing either.

We fell back into our routine, as if nothing had happened. Back to what was "normal" for us. Normal meaning... I was his wife, but I didn't exist in his life. Normal, meaning, we sometimes ate together, but it was like strangers sharing a table at a restaurant. No greetings, no small talk. Just silence.

And I told myself it was fine. At least he no longer came home drunk, because now, he drank inside the house.

But one night, that illusion shattered.

Because Steve came home...with a woman.

I froze when I opened the door. My eyes widened, my heart dropped. They weren't just standing together—they were kissing. His mouth pressed against hers so hungrily, as though the world didn't exist.

I couldn't look away. I hated myself for watching, but it felt like being stabbed again and again, and my body refused to move. They only stopped when they noticed me.

"Oh!