The cracks in their relationship widened. Cindy felt herself slipping further into the shadows, her voice drowned out by Peter’s incessant need for validation. Every fight ended the same way: Peter walking out, dismissive and unbothered, while Cindy sat alone, questioning why she stayed.
Cindy realized the truth in one agonizing moment. She had loved Peter deeply, but he had never truly seen her. He loved her as a symbol, not a person. And as she sat in the cold light of their mansion, the life they built together felt more like a prison than a home.