June 20, 2026
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My heart shattered as I lay there, motionless. So the thing slowly killing me… wasn’t stress. And it wasn’t love. It was my husband.”

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“Habit.”

A one-word answer. Tight. Wrong. That night, she vomited until her throat burned. She stumbled to the bathroom and found Travis watching her from the doorway, his expression unreadable. Not worried. Observing.

Almost… waiting. That was the night she stopped ignoring her instincts.

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