Chapter 5
The oak tree stood silent in the corner of the yard.]
Its bare trunk looked even more lifeless without a single leaf left
What… what happened to the tree?”
I let out a cold, bitter laugh.
“Shouldn’t you ask your little darling about that?”
On our seventh anniversary, Jordan threw a backyard dinner party at the old place.
During the toast, he told everyone this beautiful story of how we made it through thick and thin.
The guests were practically crying over how “we survived the seven–year itch.”
Of course, Olivia wasn’t among the ones clapping.
I didn’t
idn’t care.
I played along–smiling, laughing, the perfect loving wife.
Out back, the oak rustled softly in the breeze.]
Jordan’s insomnia got worse after we moved into our new house.
The store–bought herbal mixes weren’t cutting it.[]
But the moment I brought him a new sachet made from fresh oak leaves from our old yard–he finally slept
So I started taking care of the tree.
Like, obsessively.
Every morning, I’d handpick the youngest leaves, dry them, and make them into fresh sachets.
That tree wasn’t just his cure–it was proof of how much I loved him.
