When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I opened my eyes when I heard the door closed. The room was dimly lit, with only the bedside light on, and the place felt lonely and depressing.

I recalled on the day Sharon died, the atmosphere at the White residence was the same, empty and depressing. Marcus was staying in the house. His only wish was for me to stay the night with him, so the house would not feel so forsaken.

Pregnant women were usually emotional, and the emotions they feel are amplified. I dreaded to continue with this wandering mind, as I could drown myself in emotions. So I shut my eyes tightly, forcing myself to sleep instead.

I woke to the sound of knocking on the door. It was Mrs. Eriksen.

“Mrs. Fuller, time for breakfast. Mr. Fuller is already waiting downstairs.”

Ashton has not gone to work?

I responded and got out of bed

entered the dining hall. He had his tablet next to him and was monitoring the stock market. I walked up to

his mouth, and said, “I will help Marcus,

I did not expect Ashton to put aside their differences

with a cold and

of crabby relationship when we first got married, and whenever we spoke, we were out to hurt

empathize with him. If we reverse our roles, and I was asked to help Rebecca instead,

if I don’t repay his kindness.

He looked at me with a sarcastic smile. “Do you mean if Marcus doesn’t live happily ever after, both you and I will not be able