Elena’s POV“Are you absolutely sure I shouldn't put the food away in the fridge, ma'am?” my housekeeper asked, looking at me with deep pity. I was sitting quietly at the grand dining table, still waiting for my husband to walk through the front door.I kept staring at the ticking wall clock as I answered her. “Don't worry about it, he should be home any minute now.” It was already past eleven at night, and I had been sitting there waiting for him since nine o’clock.“You've given me that exact answer for the last three nights, ma'am,” Martha gently reminded me, her tone heavy with sympathy. Her words stung deeply, but it was the plain truth. I couldn't even bring myself to get angry at her honesty. She was just genuinely worried about my well-being.I forced myself to take a slow, deep breath, trying to steady my shaky lungs.Before looking up to answer, I said, “You can head upstairs to bed, Martha. He promised he would make it home for dinner tonight,” I told her, my voice tremblin
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