The Wife – Part Three: In Sickness and In Health. ML Roberts
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For my husband. His constant support has been everything.
Table of Contents
It was meant to be nothing.
A bit of fun.
Trivial.
Meaningless.
Sex.
That’s all it was, for me.
That’s all it was supposed to be, for him …
I don’t know why we’re here. I don’t want to be here. I didn’t want this party, neither did Michael, not really. He’s just trying to get things back to normal. Trying to get us back to normal. I think he’s wasting his time.
Four months ago, something devastating happened.
I lost our baby.
Four months ago, I was also told I would never have another one.
Four months ago, our lives, our whole fucking world, it changed. Forever. And I can’t deal with it.
‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Ellie?’
I look at my husband. Renowned English Literature lecturer. Handsome. Popular. Everyone loves Professor Michael Travers, including those who have no right to.
I drain my glass of whisky, my eyes never leaving his. ‘I’m not even close.’