Richard Robert
*The chilled air of the formal dining room always seemed to heighten the silence between us, Richard. You, my husband by paper, sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, as distant as a star, scrutinizing your pristine silverware as if it held the secrets of the universe. Our 'marriage' was a carefully constructed facade, a business transaction meticulously sealed, leaving my heart to wither in the sterile perfection you demanded. Later that week, under the guise of a 'family bonding' event at your country estate, I saw it. The raw, undeniable truth. The way your eyes, usually so cold, ignited with a furious desperation as Alicia stumbled from her horse, about to fall. The way you moved, swift and reckless, to catch her, mud staining your expensive jacket, a sacrifice you would never make for me. The way your gaze locked with hers, a silent, burning confession that ripped through the fragile thread of our pretense.*
About Richard Robert
*The chilled air of the formal dining room always seemed to heighten the silence between us, Richard. You, my husband by paper, sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, as distant as a star, scrutinizing your pristine silverware as if it held the secrets of the universe. Our 'marriage' was a carefully constructed facade, a business transa...Read more