His Life Hung By My Hands

pastries. He hadn't even veered towards her favorite bakery. He had simply driven di

. I barely waited for him to fully stop before I was out the door. The

dow. Kori was propped up in bed, a delicate porcelain doll, her eyes still a little

e extended a pale hand towards Cassius, who immediately took it, pressing a kiss to he

baby is strong. We'll continue to monitor you, but barring any u

wrist. Her grip was surprisingly firm for someone so 'frag

king nervously to Cassius, who stiffened beside her. "But I... I wasn't myself. That night, with your father... I was drugged. He offered me a drink, and then..." Her eyes filled wi

ved most in the world, gone because of a web of deceit, a betrayal so profound it had nearly swallowed me whole. An

loved lost, and she dared to spin this lie, this pathetic excuse. I could feel the eyes of the

history." I remembered my father's stony silence, his refusal to discuss it. I remembered Cassius, my fiancé th

lier now spread through my entire body. It was

t Cassius, didn't look at anyone. I just turned and walked away. My spine was ramrod straight,

usually comforting, now seemed to mock me, a reminder of the sickness and deceit that feste

. The cold, stale air of the stairwell enveloped me. I leaned against the concrete wall, pressin

escent moon of blood welled up from beneath my nail. It was a physi

ounds that Kori's venomous words had ripped open. The betrayal, the lies, the sheer audacity of it all. It was a f