Viral Betrayal: A Wife's Agony

at upright on the sofa, the tablet on the coffee table still playing the viral video on a loop, Jeremy' s franti

neither of us spoke. The air was thick with unspoken accusations, with the bitter

strode forward, his arm outstretched, slamming his palm down on the po

slumping. Slowly, almost thea

on my Persian rug, begging for mercy. It was both pathetic and absurd. How man

hoarse, "I know. There's nothing I

was too late. B

I was just trying to help her. Her father, he's sick. He

s if to touch my

ate, so utterly alone, that she was just going to marry that man for stability, even though she didn't

t had been the ruin of my marriag

id he felt "sorry" for someone, it was me who paid the p

n't pay her rent. You felt sorry for her when she was struggling to get her business off the ground. You felt so sorry for her, you open

ach memory, his

g? To humiliate her groom, yourself, and everyone else involved? To put yourself in the spotlight agai

is carefully constructed facade of victimhood. His head

otested, trying to rise. "You're twi

ps. "Your boundless, overflowing compassion for every damsel in dis

shame, crossed his face. He pushed himself up, slowly, tentatively, and took a step toward me, a

connected with his chest, and h

ly, sank back to his knees. His eyes, n

e cracking, "are you... are you r

e history of our shared past. But the words th

first, Jeremy, has no r