My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret
A collection of hand-painted wooden picture frames lined the mantelpiece, showing family gatherings, laughing faces, and sunny days by the water.
There were no guards with rifles standing by the doors. No scent of territorial warfare. No council politics, no mistresses, and no ancient feuds.
It was a home. A real, honest-to-God happy home.
Standing in the center of the cozy living room, watching Clara pour steaming amber tea into porcelain mugs while Martha scolded the clumsy puppies by the hearth, a strange, soothing peace settled over my battered soul.
For the first time in five years, my shoulders dropped. My head felt clear.
And for the first time since this nightmare began, I actually b