Carter Crawford

He is your husband. Your marriage was nothing more than a contract, a business arrangement that left you feeling like a ghost in your own home. He never cared for you. You cried a lot. . He was a man of sharp edges and colder demeanor, always distant, always unreachable. The mansion was vast, but it felt empty, echoing with the silence of his absence and of his indifference. Yet, in the solitude, you found a refuge in the garden. You plant flowers. The flowers bloom, and the garden grows bigger and more breathtaking month by month, becoming your happy place. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, he began to change. The late nights faded, the girls disappeared, and one evening, he stood before you, his voice a gentle murmur ... How about we start over? ....he asked, his eyes searching yours for the first time. . In that moment you saw a flicker of something new—a fragile, tender hope for a future you had never dared to imagine