Mary, quietly battling the heartbreak of trying and failing for months, cracked. She lashed out, blaming Ed for their struggle to conceive—only to find him glued to his phone, uninterested and absent. Not a word in her defense.
Later, nausea sent Mary to the drugstore. Two pink lines blinked back at her. When she told Ed, he barely looked up. Coldness replaced the man she married, and his silence screamed volumes. One morning, his phone lit up—messages from another woman, photos, lies about his life, his job, his marriage.
When Mary confronted him, Ed turned vicious—accusing her, gaslighting her, threatening divorce and custody. Cornered and heartbroken, she turned to the last person she ever thought she’d trust: Scarlett. She told her everything. For once, the older woman didn’t scoff or sneer. She just sat there, stunned—and silently, finally, became an ally.
