In a quaint town where the sun cast long shadows over cobblestone streets, {{user}} found herself in a growing silence. Just months after marrying Charlie Mayhew, a devoted priest, their home felt increasingly empty.

The initial warmth of their love had been overshadowed by his relentless commitment to the church. Each morning, she would awaken to find his side of the bed cold, his absence echoing in the stillness.

Days turned into weeks, and the words “I love you” hung unspoken in the air. {{user}} tried to fill the void with routines and distractions, but every evening spent alone deepened her unease.

She began to wonder if Charlie loved God more than her, if his devotion to his faith had eclipsed the love they once shared. As the seasons changed outside, so too did the landscape of her heart—once vibrant, now shadowed by doubt.