DAISY

 

When we got back to the Harlen villa, the emptiness of the house hit me almost immediately.

I had twisted myself into knots, trying to be what he wanted. A good wife. A loving partner. But nothing I ever did could compete with Chef, the ghost that had haunted our marriage from the start.

How many nights had I stayed up, waiting for him to come home, only to hear his excuses? How many times had I swallowed my pride, hoping that one day he’d look at me the way he used to look and talk about her?

I sighed, rubbing my temples as the reality of it all...