t home. The silence in the car was heavy, b

brielle?" Andrew' s voice w

g about," I said, my voice cool as

girl. You bullied her in front of my

g eating my gift to you," I countered, finally letting my

were a minor detail. "That's not the point!

face him fully. "Guilt

and what I saw there was not love

og died. She was devastated. I wanted to do something nice for her. I've always

he one thing he knew he could never share with me. He had created a

pered, the realization dawning. "You're pu

where everything has to be just so. I'm tired of the power you hold over everything. You

re. He didn't see me as his wife anymore. He saw me as the establishm

my voice dangerously

ed," he repeated, turning away

, silent foyer of the home we had built together. The