---- Chapter 3 | spent a full week in the hospital. Once the doctor cleared me, | finally went home. Not a single call from Alexander the entire time. And | couldn't bring myself to check his socials to see where he and Charlotte were off to next. | opened the front door- and there he was, standing in the living room. Phone in hand, frowning as he turned to look at me. "I told you to wait at home. Where the hell did you go?" He tucked his phone away. Probably about to call when he saw the house was empty. Wouldn't have called for any other reason. ---- Just wanted to make sure | was being a "good girl." "| fell down the stairs. Just got out of the hospital." "Why, you need something?" He looked like he wanted to say something. But then just let it go. Dropped onto the couch and rubbed his temples. "I'm hungry. Go make dinner." lignored him and headed upstairs. He kicked my suitcase, hard. "Lillian Bennett! This the kind of wife you think you are?" | grabbed the railing, turned slightly, and looked down at him. "Wife? Isn't that Charlotte's job now?" "What's it got to do with me?" Then | kept walking. ---- | heard him kick the coffee table as | locked the bedroom door. It's not like he's set foot in our room in months anyway. I laid down for a bit. When | opened my eyes again, it was already morning. Back in the day, I'd have jumped out of bed to pack his bag, prep his travel kit. But Alexander always had something to complain about. My outfits were "low-class." My cooking "too plain, too basic." Said | wasn't fit to be shown off. If | was so embarrassing in his eyes, | wasn't gonna keep begging to be liked. But when I came downstairs- | was surprised to see him sweeping up the broken glass from last night. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!