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I stand barefoot in the living room, my silk robe hanging loose from one shoulder, a glass of champagne in my hand as candlelight flickers across the walls in soft, golden waves. It’s all so achingly romantic… or it would be, if someone were here to share it with me. But there’s nobody. My gaze drifts to the clock and with a jolt, I see that midnight passed an hour ago. “So that’s that,” I murmur. “Happy anniversary to me.” My phone is face-up on the table, taunting me with its blank silence. No calls, no messages, not even a one-line flimsy excuse. Adrian ‘Knox’ McVale – President of the Night Howlers motorcycle club and my husband (in that order of priority) – has been gone for a month. No contact at all, no trace of him except the lingering scent of leather and smoke that he always leaves behind. And I… I’ve learned to live in the silence he’s created. After all, I’ve had three years of practice. My fingers press unconsciously against my stomach. A dull ache pulses there, deeper than hunger, deeper than anything I could ignore anymore. The doctor’s voice from this morning echoes in my mind, clinical and detached: Without immediate treatment, the situation is terminal, Ms. McVale. The cancer is very aggressive, but there’s a forty percent survival rate with surgery. I nodded, because that’s what you’re supposed to do when doctors tell you something devastating, and I booked the surgery for next week… but I didn’t tell Knox. I didn’t even think about it. He’s been unreachable, swallowed up by whatever business the MC demands of him, and so now I’m standing here holding a glass of champagne, holding onto something that has never once reached back for me. But even if he hadn’t disappeared before the diagnosis, would I have told him? Sure, we’re married, but only legally. In reality, it’s been three years of sleeping in my own room, three years of being a wife on paper. I was merely a bargaining chip in a game played between my father and Knox… and despite me lovi
