Beyond the Dead Bedroom

My third wedding anniversary. Three years of a dead bedroom, feeling like the king-sized bed was an ocean between us. I tried, again. "Tori, honey?" Her eyes, usually cool blue, turned to ice. "What do you want, Ethan? If you're that desperate, there are apps for that." Her words cut deep. Pathetic. Desperate.

That night, I found her moaning another man's name – my "brother" Blake Hudson. Then, on her unlocked phone, I saw the truth: a group chat where she gloated about using me for a major real estate deal, planning to dump me for Blake after securing the "Hudson-Sterling alliance."