Well, WitchyVampireGirl got it...of course, throwing out six names is kinda like shooting at the side of a barn...lmao!
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I spent the next couple of days in a fog, no longer relaxing during my morning ritual, but on edge, waiting, hoping, that he would reappear over the dunes.
Desperate to shake the cold, I'd even tried to get Carlisle to make love to me.
All that got me was a gentle rejection in the form of, "It's been a long day, I'm tired."
This morning as he'd left, he again told me of a dinner meeting while handing me a few one hundred dollar bills, saying, "Why don't you get out today? Go to the spa or something. Maybe buy a new bauble of some sort."
Was he telling me I wasn't pretty enough for him anymore?
Is that why he refused to touch me?
I didn't understand how I'd ended up in a loveless marriage.
After all, he'd promised me the world when he stole me away from my daddy's ranch.
Promised me I'd never have callouses on my hands again from manual labor.
Filled my head with visions of pretty clothes and nice things.
I'd been young, twenty at the time.
Now that a decade had passed, I'd learned that material things weren't all that important.
I should know, I was surrounded by them.
What I didn't have, and wanted more than anything, was simply to be loved.