A Bitter Pill Called Regret

A Bitter Pill Called Regret

Gavin

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My head throbbed as I cooked Marcus's favorite meal. It was our tenth anniversary, a milestone I' d hoped would bring some semblance of peace to a decade marred by his growing distance. But Marcus never came home. Instead, an Instagram notification flashed: Skyler Reed, beaming beside my husband, champagne in hand, captioned: "Celebrating new beginnings with Mr. T!" When I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, cold: "You've let yourself go, Ellie. Skyler's a breath of fresh air." The casual cruelty was a physical blow, leaving me reeling, a sudden nosebleed staining the anniversary tablecloth I' d prepared for a dinner that would never happen. Who was this woman I had become, a ghost of my former self, constantly tired, always bleeding? Why did I allow myself to be chipped away, humiliated, while he flaunted his affair so brazenly? Then, the final, devastating cut: my only comfort, my loyal dog Gus, brutally run down after Skyler maliciously kicked him into the street. My world went black, only to be replaced by the harsh hospital lights and a grim diagnosis: glioblastoma. Marcus, now belatedly awake to his ruin, would beg me to fight. Yet, the profound irony was a bitter pill: his decade of calculated cruelty had left me with no fight left. But though I was dying, this story was far from over-just not in the way anyone expected.

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My head throbbed as I cooked Marcus's favorite meal.

It was our tenth anniversary, a milestone I' d hoped would bring some semblance of peace to a decade marred by his growing distance.

But Marcus never came home.

Instead, an Instagram notification flashed: Skyler Reed, beaming beside my husband, champagne in hand, captioned: "Celebrating new beginnings with Mr. T!"

When I finally reached him, his voice was dismissive, cold: "You've let yourself go, Ellie. Skyler's a breath of fresh air."

The casual cruelty was a physical blow, leaving me reeling, a sudden nosebleed staining the anniversary tablecloth I' d prepared for a dinner that would never happen.

Who was this woman I had become, a ghost of my former self, constantly tired, always bleeding?

Why did I allow myself to be chipped away, humiliated, while he flaunted his affair so brazenly?

Then, the final, devastating cut: my only comfort, my loyal dog Gus, brutally run down after Skyler maliciously kicked him into the street.

My world went black, only to be replaced by the harsh hospital lights and a grim diagnosis: glioblastoma.

Marcus, now belatedly awake to his ruin, would beg me to fight.

Yet, the profound irony was a bitter pill: his decade of calculated cruelty had left me with no fight left.

But though I was dying, this story was far from over-just not in the way anyone expected.

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