Done Playing the Perfect Wife

For thirteen years, Lyra held a crumbling house together with bare hands — while her husband climbed to power on her silence. She thought she was waiting for him. She was wrong. The night she learned the truth, she didn't scream. She didn't cry. She simply burned the marriage contract herself — and walked north toward the one man who would trade his entire war record just to say her name in a decree. Some women leave quietly. They're the most dangerous kind.