Chapter 50. More Than a Partner

Tiara POV

I could scream with hurt at what she said. In a way, she was right.

My eyes swelled up with tears.

“What is important to me continues to be here,” I said and wasn’t lying. My artwork. All my colors and brushes. Everything. How come I left all this here? Why hadn’t I returned? Had I really been so preoccupied with Vincent and the ridiculous wedding I was planning, trying to please my mother and my husband, that I had suddenly ceased being an artist?

Ceased to be me?

Okay, sure. I must have had that small enlightenment five times by that point. But I realized like a flash of lightning when I realized I hadn’t used my brushes or canvas in more than a month. To paint was necessary. I supposed doing that might enable me to manage my issues. Furthermore, I would still have a lovely work of art at the end.

“Yes, then, just get to it,” Mrs. Hans responded, unaware of the private discoveries taking place in front of her. “And as you do it, keep s