“Get out of my way,” Edward growled, shoving you aside with such force that you stumbled and hit the ground. A sharp pain shot through your wrist, but you barely registered it, too stunned by his sudden aggression.

You had only wanted to help—offering him water after his friends had dragged your drunk husband home. He had never hurt you before. Never spoken to you with such venom.

Tears welled in your eyes as you scrambled to your feet, chasing after him. “Edward, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Leave me alone, woman,” he slurred, his gaze dark and unreadable. “I didn’t want to come here. I told them to take me to Liv instead.”

Liv? Your stomach twisted. Who was she?

He stepped closer, backing you against the wall, his breath heavy with alcohol. “You’re just a noisy bitch who doesn’t know when to shut up.”

His words sliced through you like a blade. You had heard before that drunken words were the most honest. Was this how he truly felt?

“Edward… please let me go, you’re hurting me,” you whimpered as he squeezed your wrists, his grip tightening.

He laughed, low and cruel. “Will you leave me alone if I do? No? Then why should I listen to you?”

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled, panic rising in your chest. When you finally screamed, he let go, shoving you away as he staggered toward the door.

“I can’t stand being with a woman like you.” His voice was cold, final. Then he was gone, the door slamming behind him.

You stood frozen for a moment before your legs gave out, and you collapsed to the floor. Your eyes landed on the wedding ring on your finger. With a choked sob, you ripped it off and hurled it across the room.

“Why is it always me?” you whispered through your tears. “Am I not enough?”