Viral Betrayal: A Wife's Agony

nage years. He had pursued me relentlessly through high school, writing me corny poems, leaving flowers on my

I couldn't imagine

hurt. I spoke in a voice I barely recognized, soft and pleadin

just come home. And tell her it's over. Tell her y

of this happened. I can forgive you. We

pathetic plea. I felt small, vul

eds me. She's so fragile. So broken. You don't underst

with dread. Protec

g like ash. "I'll give her money. For her father. For he

a financial band-aid on his savior complex would f

, were still with Donnie. He was always "working late," "taking important calls," "dealing with a cr

very whim, dressed her in designer clothes. All with our money, the mo

his fury. He threw the man off a second-story balcony. It was a miracle the man survived, thanks to

Jeremy, what about our baby? What about me? What if you had gone to jai

You have no compassion, Chelsey. None at all.

wall, shards of porcelain scattering like shrapnel. He trashed our living room, tearing down curtains, overturning

young, so full of hope. He ripped it in half, the tear running

o understand that some things, onc

rite restaurant, alone, until the last table was cleared, the

ur anniversary dinner two years prior, a new, glittering watch on her wrist. The caption read: "So thankful for the love that saves me, again a

in my house. She was with my husband. The message was

and impotent rage. I felt a primal scream building in my thr

g silence. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The villa. It was

, my breath catching in my throat. The

had carefully preserved, was in Jeremy' s ar

n. I felt a scream tearing through me, raw and guttural. I charge

eked, my voice cracking, un

ng chaos, Donnie pushed me. A sharp shov

down, my vision blurring. The white marble floor was rapidly stainin

My baby