Too Late For Your Grand Remorse

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I once held so dear. But now, after witnessing his tender concern for Kylee, after the cold refusal to help Aubrie, after the crushing realization that

elegantly beside him, her hand linked through his arm, was Kylee. Her smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling with a carefully cultivated innocence. The accompanying article gus

venient wife, the silent support system, to be kept quietly in the background, then discarded when a shinier model arrived. He had hidden me, hidden hi

he had erased me. Made me irrelevant. I spent that night, and the next, staring at the ceil

ered an overseas work assignment, a chance to rebuild my life far away from the wreckage he had left behind. I woul

r I approached for Aubrie' s case, even the sympathetic ones, politely declined. "T

t circulated like wildfire, twisted and distorted, making her out to be a seductress, a gold-digger. The comments were

me as the bitter, jealous ex-wife, trying to sabotage Grant' s new, vibrant relationship. Kylee, meanwhile, was riding the wave of public sympathy, her social media soaring, g

d eating, stopped talking. My mother had to watch her constantly, fearing she would do something

ed. She stood in the doorway, a triumphant smirk on he

ring trouble upon themselves, don' t they?" Her gaze flickered to Aubrie, who was curled up on the sofa, unresponsive. "Honestly

ut," I hissed, my voice s

l over the news. Your sister is quite the celebrity now. Such a shame." She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a

nvulsed, her eyes wide with terror, reliving the nightmare. My mother rushed to her, t

. I grabbed the carving knife from the kitchen counter, its blade glinting

my voice unrecognizable. "

king me back. The knife clattered to the floor. Grant. He was there. Kylee, her eyes wide