She hated how weak she felt asking her husband whether he still wanted her or not. It hardly seemed like the sort of thing a strong, independent woman would do, but she didn't care. For weeks she'd been under the impression that her husband had given up on her, had written her off as a lost cause. Their relationship was unhealthy. Both of them were painfully aware of that. Maybe they would both be better off just cutting ties and moving on with their lives. What the future held was still a mystery. For all she knew, she'd be dead before the end of the year anyway, so what would it really matter what he thought of her?