I stared at the wedding ring on the nightstand long after Ryan left the bedroom.
A strange calm settled over me. I thought I would cry. I thought I would run after him and beg him to come back. But I didn’t.
I was tired. Tired of explaining myself. Tired of feeling like I had to prove that I was worth loving. Tired of hearing comments about my body and pretending they didn’t hurt.
If Ryan wanted this marriage to fall apart, then let it.
I picked up my phone and looked at his name. I didn’t call him. I didn’t text him. For once, I didn’t care where he was sleeping.
I opened my chat with Marcus instead. It was late. He was probably still at the hospital with Sophia. I didn’t want to disturb him with a call, so I typed a short message. “Where is the fitness center you went to apply?”
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