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?

reasons unknown, even then, Stuart couldn't bear to

it was because her pure gaze. It was like a

Stuart called Fletcher.

Fletcher offered

listened, the more he

chuckled on the phone, "Stuart, do as I say. Making

apartment. She tidied up her things and cleaned

roommate, a woman in her thirties,

sleep in the living room and share a cramped bathroom, but

her own rented place,

first day away from Stuart, Morwenna even had a

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her address, so she assumed it

was Stuart, she instinctively tried to shut

with anger,

hate him

dishing out the tantrums. This was the first time he

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