His Last Regret: A Wife's Escape

The key turning in the lock was my daily alarm, signaling Ethan' s return and the inevitable judgment that followed.

"Ava? Are you here?" he' d call out, his voice sharp, immediately spotting the dinner plates from last night.

Then his gaze would drift to the piled-up breakfast dishes, and the familiar annoyance would seep into his tone. "Seriously? I work a twelve-hour day, and I come home to this? What have you been doing all day?"

My usual apologies, my explanations of morning sickness and dizziness, died on my tongue. Not anymore.