I didn’t marry Hunter for love. I married him for peace. We were best friends—two steady souls who had seen the worst of life and wanted something quiet, something stable. Our marriage was built on companionship, not passion. And for a while, that was enough. We laughed, we made dinner, we built a calm life together. No wild sparks, but no chaos either. But peace doesn’t always mean happiness. Over time, something shifted. He grew quieter, more withdrawn. His eyes started to linger elsewhere,
his smile grew more distant. He wasn’t cruel, just… absent. And when I finally followed him—something I never thought I’d do—I saw him with her. Alison. His first love. They didn’t touch, didn’t cross any lines. But I didn’t need proof. I saw it in the way he looked at her—like someone remembering a song they hadn’t heard in years. A piece of him I never knew returned in her presence. Later, he admitted it: he still loved her. Maybe he always had. I didn’t yell. I didn’t cry. I didn’t ask him to choose. Because deep down, I knew this wasn’t betrayal—it was unfinished business. And strangely,