I woke up alone.The bed felt enormous, the sheets cold where Marcus usually slept. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. I stared at the empty space beside me for a long moment, waiting for the familiar ache of sadness or confusion to hit me.It never came.Instead, there was only a strange, quiet emptiness. After last night’s slap, the open marriage agreement, and the way he had looked at me like I was nothing, something inside me had finally shifted.I dragged myself out of bed, showered, and dressed in simple clothes. As I brushed my hair, I caught sight of the faint bruise on my left cheek. I touched it gently. It was still tender.Downstairs, breakfast waited on the table, but I had no appetite. My phone rang. Marcus.“Good morning,” he said cheerfully, as if nothing had happened. “My parents want us for family dinner tonight at seven. Important guests will be there. Dress nicely. I’ll pick you up at six.”I stayed quiet.“You okay?”
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