Cara
Despite his promise to come up with a compromise, three days pass before I finally lose my patience.
I try to be a good wife and partner. I want to make this work, even if we're faking it. I have lunch with Helen, walk the grounds with his mother, straighten up the room despite him pleading with me to let the staff do it, and I do it all with a smile.
I wear my sneakers and don't complain when he slips into bed late at night, not saying a word.
I avoid Sophia and Anissa as best I can though I catch their dirty glares when I pass them in the halls, which is mercifully rare.
But enough is enough.
I can only take so much.
My world is like an afterlife. Not a prison—but a hell. I'm trapped here, stuck drifting from one place to another, like purgatory. Not quite stuck, not quite ab
