Wife's Despair After Loss

My husband, Damari, has fallen for someone else.

He maintains not only our home but another one outside of it. He carries her bags, holds her close when she's upset, and introduces her to his friends and parents. I, once cherished, have become the target of his disdain. After my miscarriage, he comforted me by saying I was unworthy. I leaned back, blinking away the pain, pretending indifference. He simply said, "Harlee, you deserve this."

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It’s the fourth year of my marriage to Damari, and everyone knows it's just a hollow shell of what it once was. They also know about his other life, the one he shares with someone else. Damari brings her to social gatherings I once attended but from which I am now excluded. His friends call Nora "sister-in-law." I've heard she's won over Tru and Alaia, his parents. When she first visited, they gifted her a family heirloom—an emerald bracelet handed down through generations. Meanwhile, I remain Damari's wife in name only—a marriage devoid of love, without children. Each day is just another tread in a monotonous march, year after year, holding the title of Mrs. Ross without purpose or change.