If we Must Be Monsters

They told the world I was gone.

My husband buried me in silence.
The city learned to stop whispering my name.

Time did what it always does, it moved on.

But I did not die.

When I return home, I don't find the life I left.
I find a marriage hardened by grief, a husband colder than I remember, and a world I was never meant to see.

I'm not the same woman I was either.

Two years in the dark will do that to a person.

It teaches you what fear tastes like.
It teaches you what survives.
And sometimes it teaches you why some love stories rot beautifully.

--Note--
check the content warnings as this story deals with heavy themes, does not shy away from darkness, and will get extremely filthy with spice. MMC is OTT protective, obsessed, and an unapologetic stalker when it comes to his wife.