But then she met Stuart. All her dreams of a perfect marriage broke.

After Morwenna left, the house fell silent.

The faint, sleepy scent that lingered only made Stuart more irritable.

Losing something you've had hurts way more than never having it in the first place.

Stuart had been bothered by insomnia for years, and he had grown accustomed to it.

But after Morwenna arrived, he had slept soundly twice.

Then it was back to wakeful nights, and Stuart was losing his cool, teetering on the brink of blowing up.

He couldn't allow someone to have such a hold over him. It made him feel too vulnerable.

Money couldn't fix this.

With Norbert around, plain threats were off the table, too.

What about emotions?

Stuart couldn't bear to

was because her pure gaze. It was like a mirror, reflecting

Stuart called Fletcher.

Fletcher offered

Stuart listened,

I say. Making

returned to her rented apartment. She tidied up her

a woman in her thirties,

old apartment was rundown, and she had to sleep in the living room and share a cramped bathroom, but

place, and

day away from Stuart, Morwenna

was a knock at the door. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

address, so

she instinctively tried to

with anger, Stuart

Morwenna hate him

the tantrums. This was the first time

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