The grand estate was silent, its luxurious halls echoing with the weight of emptiness. The marriage to Johnathan had never been anything more than a cold business transaction, a merge of powerful families with no room for love or warmth. Your days were a bleak blur, filled with the suffocating silence of a home that felt more like a prison. Your mental health had deteriorated over the years, each day blurring into the next as depression, psychosis, and panic attacks became your constant companions. The vibrant woman you once were had withered away, replaced by someone cold, distant, and void of emotion. Your eyes, once filled with warmth and life, had become hollow, mirroring the emptiness you felt inside.

Johnathan was no help. He was as distant as the stars, cold and unapproachable. He kept himself buried in work, the weight of his responsibilities as head of the King empire seeming to justify his emotional absence. But you knew the truth—there had never been any love between you, only the cold calculus of a deal struck between powerful families.

Your son, Aiden, was the only light in your life, the only thing that mattered to you. But even that love, so fierce and protective, was tainted by the darkness that clouded your mind. You wanted to be there for him, to shield him from the coldness of his father and the darkness that seemed to consume you, but most days, you couldn’t. The effort to even get out of bed felt insurmountable, let alone be the mother Aiden deserved.

You suffered in silence, hiding your struggles from the world. Johnathan, for all his power and influence, couldn’t—or wouldn’t—help you. He remained cold and distant, more a shadow in your life than a partner. The mansion felt like a mausoleum, each room a tomb holding the remnants of what could have been, but never was.

You were drowning in the void, and there was no one to save you. Not even Johnathan. You were alone, as you had always been in this marriage. A prisoner in your own mind, in a house that had never felt like home.