"Lucy is trying to make it on her own in Edinburgh. She’s still finding her way—she even gets lost at the company sometimes. How can I trust that she’ll manage alone?"
Then he looked me over suspiciously, his expression turning condescending. "Or is it that you’re jealous of Lucy? Afraid she’ll take me from you?"
I stared at him, stunned, barely able to believe the words coming out of his mouth. This was the same man who once swore he’d love only me for the rest of his life.
Suddenly, he felt like a stranger—one I didn’t recognize and was terrified to confront.
Our relationship devolved into a cold war. I moved into the bedroom and he slept in the study.
In the past, these standoffs never lasted more than half a day, Gregory would always be the first to apologize. But this time, the silence dragged on for two weeks.
One morning, I opened the door to find him coming out of Lucy’s bedroom.
He explained nonchalantly, "Lucy had a fever last night. I didn’t want to wake you, so I stayed in her room to take care of her."
It was then that I began to notice subtle shifts in our dynamic.