Alexis didn’t accept the divorce at first. She told herself this wasn’t the end of the world. It was a rupture—ugly, sudden, but survivable. Marriages went through worse. People came back from worse. She still thought there was something left to save. She didn’t know yet how wrong she was.
She asked Vincent what he needed. What she could change. She listened when he spoke—really listened—even when the words stung. He said she’d become distant. Too focused on work. Too serious. He said the house felt heavy. That he didn’t feel wanted anymore. She nodded. She apologized. She promised to do better.