Husband's Lies, Mistress's Son

ened my eyes to the soft hum of hospital machinery. Celeste. My best frien

ed with tears. She reached for my hand,

was weak, barely a c

"You miscarried, Eleno

o a future that could have been, was severed. I closed my eyes, a single tear tracing a path dow

miliation, Leo's cruelty, Karin's malice, Arthur' s monstrous b

shaking with a quiet fury. "That bastard," she hissed, her eyes blazing. "That

No reconciliation. No forgiveness. Arthur had destroyed

no text, no flowers. Nothing. It was as if I had

. Celeste was by my side, a silent, unwavering pillar of support. My first stop was Cla

k car near Leo Beasley's elite preschool. My plan was si

, replaced by a sneer. "Ugly lady!" he yelled, "You're still alive? Daddy said yo

towards my car, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement. "What do you want, Elenora?" sh

ign these, Karin." I held up the divorce papers, neatly folded in a pr

a," she purred, a wicked glint in her eyes. "You think this changes any

ousand pieces, tossed carelessly onto a dirt pile. My compositions, torn and scattered like confetti. "A lit

sic. My solace. My sanct

much, much dirtier. That little 'accident' at the gala? That was just a preview. Leo was very clear about his wish." She

iage. It wasn't an accident. I

' that would ensure your 'stress-induced' miscarriage. It was so easy. Nobody questions a stressed-out woman, especially when her husband is so 'distra

st destroyed my marriage, my career, my sanity. She

stared at her, my mind reeling, my heart a hollo

o more hope to cling to. Only a chilling resolve. The pain was still th

n. But I wou