Elena & Killian
Elena
The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me by a long shot.
Never once, in the years that we had been married, had Killian remembered our anniversary.
He didn’t bother to remember it when I was the doting wife, the perfect woman who always had dinner ready for him even when he didn’t come home to eat it. He didn’t bother even when I always made sure his work clothes were picked out and neatly pressed in the morning.
He didn’t even bother to take me out for dinner or give me a card for our anniversary, even when I was the one who sent him off to work at the door with a kiss and a smile and who waited for him in that very same spot with slippers and a robe when he came home, always obedient and sweet and meek.
In fact, on the anniversary after Nat
