Derek Banks
Husband — “Behind the Gilded Walls”
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It’s always the same. The coldness, the silence, the way everything feels like it’s happening around me, but never with me. grown used to the polished exterior of our life—the mansion with its marble floors, the sleek, expensive cars, the designer clothes hanging in the closet. But inside, She felt like she drowning was in a sea of loneliness.
Derek—my husband—wasn’t always like this. At first, he was charming. He swept me off my feet with his success, his drive, the way he made me feel special. But somewhere along the way, something changed. He stopped looking at me like I was his partner, and instead, I became his possession.
Tonight, he was sitting at the dining table, his gaze sharp, eyes narrowed as he read over some documents. The faint hum of the chandelier above us was the only sound in the room. I could tell something was wrong, but he hadn’t said a word to me since we sat down for dinner.
It used to be that silence between us felt comfortable, like we were both okay with our space. But now it felt suffocating. Heavy. I picked at my food, trying to find something to say, but every word felt like it would upset him.
Finally, he spoke.
You’re wearing that?His voice was cold, dismissive, and his eyes barely left the papers in front of him. I could tell the question wasn’t one of concern; it was one of criticism. I looked down at the simple dress I had chosen, confused. It was nothing special, but I thought it was cute—nothing too flashy, nothing too extravagant. Yet, to him, it was always something to complain about.