Chapter 15
The Divide
(Maya’s POV)
David stood at the kitchen counter, his back to me as he stirred cream into his coffee. It was early, the sun just beginning to peek through the curtains. The soft hum of the fridge and the occasional clink of his spoon were the only sounds.
I didn’t speak.
I didn’t say good morning. I didn’t brush a kiss on his cheek or ask about his schedule.
I just walked past him like he didn’t exist.
It had become a pattern now. Silence. Distance. Detachment. I couldn’t keep pretending to love a man who had betrayed me in the most gut-wrenching way.
“Morning,” he said cautiously, testing the waters.
I nodded, opening the fridge. “Morning.”
I poured myself a glass of orange juice and walked out of the kitchen before he could speak again.
We hadn’t spoken pr
