Chapter 7 - THE MAN WHO MISTOOK FEAR FOR LOVE

Vincent began remembering things differently.
The dinner he'd thrown away.
The time he'd shouted because Claire moved a vase.
The evening she'd apologized for leaving a book on the couch.
The way she'd become quieter every year.
He'd called it respect.
But respect didn't look like fear.
He called Marco.
“I need you to arrange a meeting.”
“With whom?”
“A therapist.”
Marco was silent.
Vincent almost laughed.
“Yes, you heard me.”
Marco cleared his throat.
“Of course.”
Vincent looked around the empty bedroom.
He couldn't undo five years of cruelty.
Couldn't buy forgiveness.
Couldn't demand another chance.
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But he could stop pretending nothing was wrong.
And for the first time, he was willing to confront the man he'd become.