Henrietta’s POV Since I moved in with Raphael as his wife, I’d heard many things from him that bruised my ego and my heart. Since I fell in love with him, these things became even more frequent. But peace? He had called Kristine his peace. That hurt deeper than all his dismissals and rude talk. I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at my door. I had folded his laundry in my room and was going to drop it off but that statement. “…being with you just brings me peace.” So if she was his peace and his first love then did my devotion, love, and care even stand a chance? I had fought for his attention, been humiliated, stayed when I should have left the moment he brought her in. And yet, I was the disruption, the noise, maybe I was the chaos and she was the peace. I was the problem he needed peace for. I took the basket of folded clothes to his room, I could hear the shower running so it meant he’d be in there for a few more minutes. Enough time for me to put his dresser in order
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