Queen Of His Twisted Betrayal

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our childhood homes which were conveniently next door. He was always there, a steady presence through sc

fear, carrying me all the way home. He got a nasty cut on his arm that day, protecting me from the jagged

re. My brother, my lover, my husb

e so completely? How could he betray the very foundation of our shared history fo

rmth to my numb limbs. My body, stiff and heavy, moved on autopilot. I walked to my study, the room

ff, a gut feeling I couldn't ignore. It was a safeguard, a desperate attempt to protect myself from a betrayal I subconsciously knew was coming.

e face of legal contracts. No piece of paper, no clause, no penalty could stop a heart from wandering, from breaking. The cruel ir