“Delilah, two days have passed since Raymond's death, yet you remain like this. I’m beginning to think there’s more to this than just mourning,” Maxwell exclaimed, his voice edged with concern. Since Raymond’s passing, Delilah had isolated herself in a separate room, shutting everyone out. Even her children suffered in her absence, as she refused to see them. She barely ate, barely slept, and had ignored every attempt Maxwell made to reach her. He had given her time, hoping she would come to him when she was ready. But now, he was done waiting. He could no longer bear it. “It’s clear to me now,” he declared, his tone heavier this time. “You love Farrell more than you ever loved me.” Delilah’s head snapped up, her eyes dark and stormy. “What do you mean?” she flared, her voice filled with something more than just anger, pain. Maxwell studied her carefully. This wasn’t the Delilah he knew, the woman who had always been loving, kind, and selfless. The change in her unsettled him. Th
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