In Her Words

chapter 19

Adele's POV :

I sat on the edge of our bed, my fingers

tracing the delicate embroidery on the

pillow beside me. The room was quiet,

almost too quiet. I could hear the distant

hum of the city outside our window, but

it did nothing to fill the emptiness I felt

inside. I glanced over at the clock-it was

past midnight. Alice was still in her

study, tapping away at her keyboard,

completely immersed in her writing.

Since Hope was born, it felt like I had

been losing Alice bit by bit. I wasn't

jealous of our daughter-how could I be?

Hope was the light of our lives, the best

thing that had ever happened to us. But

somewhere along the way, Alice had

poured all of her love and energy into

Hope and her work, leaving little for

herself, and even less for me.

Our interactions had become fleeting,

almost transactional. We spoke about

diapers, doctor's appointments,

deadlines, and little else. The late-night

conversations we once shared, where

we'd talk about everything and nothing

for hours, had vanished. The intimacy

that had defined our relationship-the

embraces, the soft kisses, the gentle

touches-had faded into memories.

I missed Alice, and the ache of that

absence grew stronger with each passing

day.

During the week, I was consumed by

work-meetings, recording sessions, the

constant demands of producing my new

album. But the weekends were supposed

to be our time, a chance to reconnect.

Yet, even then, Alice seemed distant. She

was always with Hope or writing, her

mind miles away from me.

It wasn't that I didn't understand. I knew

how much her writing meant to her, how

deeply she was committed to being the

best mother possible. But I couldn't

shake the feeling that she had somehow

forgotten about us-about me. I didn't

need her every moment, but I needed

her. I needed to feel her warmth beside

me, to see the smile that used to light up

just for me, to hear her laugh in that way