At that moment, Vincent reached out to me and said softly, “Gabby, come here. Come home with me.”

I stood still, staring at his outstretched hand, a heavy weight settling deep in my chest.

He was my husband—legally, factually—but somehow, he felt like a stranger.

I met his eyes. They were filled with hope and anxiety, but I felt nothing in return. No spark. No warmth.

I turned to glance at Ryan.

He stood alone, his eyes ...