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My heart sinks. But at least she's responding.

Me:

Then tell me what would be enough. Tell me how to fix this.

Revna responds back:

I don't know if you can.

Fuck!

Let me try. Please.

Nothing for several minutes, but then a message comes through:

I need time. Real time. No surveillance. No gifts. No visits. Just... time.

We don’t have many days left before the wedding, so hopefully she isn’t asking for much.

How much time?

I wait ten minutes before she responds:

I'll let you know.

I point out the obvious:

The wedding will be here before we know it.

An hour later, she responds:

I'm aware.

And then nothing.

I stare at my phone, willing her to say more.

To give me something to work with.

But she's done talking.

I've never felt so powerless.

In my world, I control everything. But I can't control her, and trying to is what got me here.

Maybe that's the lesson I need to learn.

Maybe loving someone means giving up control, not tightening it.

There are only a few days until our wedding.

A few days to prove I can be the partner she deserves, not just the possessive bastard she fears.

A few days to learn how to apologize—really apologize—for the first time in my life.

I pour myself that whiskey after all and stare out at the city lights, wondering if she's looking at the same view from her apartment.

Wondering if she's still crying.

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