Chapter 3

Then I watched as Gerald cooked for Sylvia, each dish more refined and delicate than the last.

Sylvia sat at the table, happiness written all over her face. When she looked at Gerald, there was genuine warmth and sincerity in her eyes.

The subtle undercurrent between them made me think back to when Gerald and I had just gotten married.

Back then, I was longing for marriage. And I was so naive, thinking I'd finally get to live the life I'd always dreamed of.

I pictured us cooking together and washing dishes side by side.

But in our five years…