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My father, Roger Hiddleston, unexpectedly became gravely ill and was rushed to intensive care. Before entering, he clasped my hand firmly and pleaded with me to resolve matters with Daniel Moore. I nodded and gave him my word, trying to calm his worries. By myself, I remained outside the ICU, repeatedly attempting to reach Daniel by phone. At last, in the early morning, someone picked up, but it was Barbara Lane who answered. "Daniel's occupied. I'm holding his phone. If you need something, you can tell me," Barbara stated. I hesitated before responding, "Just a separation." Sadly, Roger didn't survive.

The Silent Husband's Instagram Betrayal

The jarring noise of the blender jolted me awake the following day.


I hurried to the kitchen to find the overloaded appliance spewing froth across the floor.


Daniel stood nearby, desperately attempting to salvage a scorched egg.


While he excelled academically and professionally, his personal affairs were in disarray.


"Louisa, why are you up at this hour? I've prepared breakfast for you, just give me a moment..."


"I've taken today off. Let's go see Dad together.


"Then we can try that restaurant you've been curious about, and later..."


Daniel busied himself planning the day, disregarding my words.


The graveyard was situated on the city's periphery, a place I had no wish to visit with him.


I didn't want to relive the experience of saying goodbye to Roger myself.


"Louisa, if you don't like what I've made, we can eat out, and then..."


I shot him an irritated look in response to his actions.


Chapter 8