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(Cassie's Perspective) I glanced at the clock and let out a deep sigh. My head ached as I continued to wait for Max at the dinner table. The day before marked our fifth wedding anniversary, and I had hoped that at least on this special occasion, he would return earlier. But he didn't. And here I was, still awake and waiting at 3 AM. For nearly a year now, he had been coming home late. I thought yesterday would be different. Sadly, it wasn't. My eyes fell on the now-cold dishes I had lovingly prepared, just as my stomach rumbled

Withered Roses

Max swiftly addressed Violet, his voice resolute and overly eager. "Violet, I believe we should wrap up for today." He flashed her a smile.


"Very well," she responded promptly, collecting her belongings without comment. She took some papers with her and arranged others on the table.


"Farewell," she said, her eyes meeting Max's with a glimmer. Max gave her a casual nod.


The moment she departed, Max turned to me, a gentle smile playing on his lips.


"Come here," he invited, stepping forward to embrace me.


I retreated, evading his touch. "No, it's fine," I replied lightly, forcing a small grin.


His forehead creased. "Is everything alright?" he inquired, worry evident in his voice.


I let out a brief chuckle, hugging myself. "I'm just a bit chilly," I explained. "And your body must be cool right now too. I'd rather not feel that against my skin."


Chapter 7