The Pink Car of Betrayal

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n, his voice thick with false emotion. "Ten years. We built this empire f

d hardship and unwavering love. He made it sound like a

promised, draining his glass. "On

mall sip. His words meant nothing. There w

t," I said, my voice flat.

s pique. "You're right, you're right." He

pushed my plate away. My

sked, concern etched on his

on my lips. "Donovan, do you ever get tir

ppose? Why? We can go so

sper. "If you get tired, you replac

ffended. "Gretchen, what's gotten into

the tablecloth. He snatched it, glancing a

g. The screen lit up with Keri's smiling face

"Who is that?" I asked, m

d to worry about." He looked desperate. "Actually, I just remembered, I need to head

him through the window as he paid the driver, then spun on his he

band of yours is really something! Built that amaz

internally. It's a

d the driver, my vo

, surprised. "Huh?

arview mirror. "My husband. I want to see

quickly complied. He followed Donovan

. He practically leaped out, rushing inside. A single light bu

elevator ride felt endless. When it finally dinged open, a wave of sound hit me. Not the hus

ew louder. Obscene. Unmistakable. Keri's voice, whisper

lterated disgust. My stomach clenched. He was doing this. Here. In his of

ful lie. A fragile bubble, now burst. I had always believed in our love, our future

. The man I had dedicated my life to. He was a stranger. A monster.

ind the man I married, the life I built, a