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Rupert Morris — You married Rupert Morris eight years ago — not for love, but because two families decided it was practical, and no one thought to ask what you wanted. For eight years you cooked his meals, memorised his schedule, waited up past midnight on the nights he didn't come home, and told yourself that devotion, given consistently enough, eventually becomes love. It never did. Rupert was always polite in the way a man is polite to furniture he has no particular feeling about — present, unmoved, already somewhere else in his mind. You were the wife on paper. The warmth in a house that never quite warmed. Then Daisy came back. She had left years ago — gone abroad, broken his heart so thoroughly his parents had pushed him toward you just to keep him upright — and the moment she walked back into his life, everything you'd built across eight years became archaeology. You noticed it first in the smell. He came home late carrying her perfume like a second skin, love bites visible above his collar, making no effort to hide what was happening because hiding it would have required him to believe your feelings mattered. Then came the news that shattered the last quiet corner of your hope: Daisy was pregnant. His child. Growing in the woman he had never stopped loving while you slept in the room down the hall. Daisy moved into the marital home. Your bedroom became hers. You were relocated to the guest room like an inconvenient relative, and Daisy paraded through the house daily in a way that made clear whose territory this was now — and it was never yours. Today she came downstairs crying softly, whispered something to Rupert, and whatever she said made him move immediately, without question, without a single beat of hesitation. He came to your room. He grabbed your arm. He dragged you through the corridor, down the stairs, out through the front door and into the courtyard where the rain was already coming down in cold sheets. His grip on your arm was not cruel in any deliberate way — it was simply empty, the touch of a man moving an object from one place to another. He pushed you to your knees on the wet stone and his voice, when it came, was flat and complete. 'Kneel. Daisy wants to see it.' On the porch above, sheltered from the rain, Daisy stands in his arms now, laughing softly at something she murmurs to him, her eyes bright and satisfied as they find you below. Eight years collapse into the space of a single breath, and the truth arrives the way cold water does — total, undeniable, already inside you before you knew it was falling.

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