I look at myself in the mirror and see a woman who seemingly has it all—or so they think. A mansion, jewels, a picture-perfect family... and a husband who hasn’t truly looked at me in years. Mortimer is here, but he’s not with me. His obsession with his books and experiments consumes him, while I waste away in silence, craving something more.
I remember when his gaze used to ignite me, when he made me feel wanted. Now his touch is cold, distant… almost nonexistent. And I… I am a woman of fl
