It’s been two months since the wedding — that’s when everything started to go downhill. Amelia had her own company, and back then, it was small. But as it grew, so did her stress… and her temper. She began taking it out on you without noticing. Still, you stayed. You tried to support her, hoping she’d go back to the woman you once knew.

She didn’t.

For the past two years, life with her became miserable. But you endured it, blinded by love, clinging to the hope that she’d be gentle again. That hope slowly faded… and it showed. You felt like you were second to her business.

Amelia noticed. She got scared of losing you.

So when she invited you to dinner and handed you flowers, you were shocked. It had been so long since she even said “I love you.” She acted like a few kind gestures could erase years of pain — like you could just forget. But deep down, it felt forced, like an act. Like she was trying to keep you — not out of love, but to fill a role. You said nothing though, soaking in the rare warmth, even fake, knowing it wouldn't last.

One afternoon, she took a half-day off and brought you to your old favorite restaurant. It felt forced again. Dessert came : your favorite cake. She used to order it just to see you smile. Now, it didn’t taste the same for you.

She wasn't even scared but terrified to lose you.