Chapter 3

Iris Marsh POV:

My mother's words on my wedding day haunted me: "Iris, only marry a man who would never let go of your hand, no matter what." My hand felt cold and empty now. Bennett had let go a long time ago.

The pain in my chest was a dull, constant throb, worse than any headache. It wasn't just the betrayal, it was the erasure. The way he had so easily replaced me, replaced our life, replaced everything we had built. There was no forgiveness left in me. Just a vast, aching void.

I somehow made it back to my sister' s small guest room. I collapsed onto the bed, the tears finally coming in a silent torrent that left me gasping for air. The exhaustion that followed was a blessing. I wished I could just sleep forever.

I woke up to darkness, disoriented. My phone, charging on the bedside table, suddenly rang, startling me. It was Cassidy. My best friend.

"Iris? Are you there?" Her voice was laced with concern. "I've been trying to reach you all day. Everything okay? Is Bennett home?"

A fresh wave of bitterness washed over me. "No, Cass. He' s not home."

"Oh, thank god you picked up," she said, her voice bubbling with an almost manic excitement. "I just saw Bennett!"

My stomach clenched. "You did?"

"Yes! I was walking past the Diamond Emporium, you know, the fancy one downtown? And who do I see? Bennett! And he was with some girl, Iris. A really young, flashy-looking one."

My knuckles went white as I gripped the phone, my breath caught in my throat. I already knew. I knew exactly who she meant.

"He was buying her a necklace, Iris! A huge diamond pendant, I swear it looked like a small rock! And you know what else? It was that design. The one you showed him last year, the one you said you loved. He told you it was 'too extravagant' and 'not practical' for a startup budget."

The words hit me like a physical blow. The necklace. I remembered pointing it out, a whimsical wish, never truly expecting him to buy it. And his dismissive response. Now, for her, for Jayda, it was suddenly practical. Suddenly affordable.

A choked sound escaped my throat. Cassidy, bless her heart, didn't seem to notice my silence. She just kept going, painting a vivid picture of my husband' s infidelity, each detail a fresh wound.

"And he was so attentive, Iris. Opening doors, holding her hand, laughing at everything she said. He looked at her... he looked at her the way he used to look at you, back when you two first met. Like she was the center of his universe."

My past came rushing back. The countless times I'd tried to talk to Bennett about my day, about my artwork, only for him to nod vaguely, his eyes already drifting back to his laptop. The times I'd yearned for a simple touch, a word of affection, only to be met with an absentminded pat or a mumbled "I'm busy, hon."

He wasn't just having an affair. He was giving her everything I had ever craved from him. His time, his attention, his money, his genuine affection. Everything he had denied me, he was showering on her. It wasn't just a physical betrayal; it was an emotional one, a complete transfer of his devotion.

"Iris? Are you there? You're so quiet. Are you okay?" Cassidy' s voice was filled with growing alarm.

I couldn't speak. My throat was too tight, my chest too constricted. The phone felt impossibly heavy in my hand. He hadn't just chosen another woman. He had actively chosen to abandon me. Everything he had ever promised, every dream we had shared, meant nothing.

I managed a choked, "I have to go, Cass," and ended the call abruptly.

The silence in the room was deafening after Cassidy' s excited chatter. It pressed in on me, amplifying the emptiness in my gut. My head throbbed, a familiar, unwelcome companion.

I looked around the small, unfamiliar room. This wasn't our home. This wasn't my bed. This wasn't my life anymore. And suddenly, the sacrifice I' d made for Bennett, for "us," felt like a cruel joke. I had given up my graphic design career, my artistic ambitions, all to be his supportive wife, the silent partner behind the tech CEO. I had believed in him, in us, with every fiber of my being.

Now, I had nothing. No career, no money, and certainly no husband. Just the crushing realization that I had given my entire self to a man who saw me as expendable.