Left To Burn: My Husband's Betrayal

in for his true love, Isabelle. I played the part of the perfect, predictable wife,

m, looked right at me, then scooped u

screaming for him while he comforted Isabelle next door.

dn't feel pain or anger. I felt nothing. The naive girl who loved

t confirming my divorce was final, I didn'

was choosing

e w

pte

e Spar

reedom felt like a joke. My chest ached, a hollow echo where a life used to be, and I didn't bother to hide the tremor in my hands. The

epped int

ce tight with a concern that tasted like ash in my mouth. I just nodded, a small

I was so worried," he pleaded

d?" I finally met his eyes, my own devoid

ttack. She called me, Celeste, I had to go." His explanat

ask. There was no rage, no tear

t back before he could make contact, a reflex born of

es. He remembered me before, easily bruised, prone to tears, always demanding his attention. The old Celeste

steering wheel. He wanted to ask. He wanted to know what had changed. But I g

e. "Celeste, why are you so... quie

ahead. "What do you want me to do,

No, of course not. But..." He trailed off, unable to ar

I finished for him, my voice flat. "The one who

rd. "You've cha

y. "I have. And I won

ame flashed across the screen, a jarring int

t's Isabelle. She wants to know if I'm coming

ice barely a whispe

d even. "Are you sure? I can

and steady. "You never could,

y replaced by a desperate need to explain. "Celeste,

"It's fine, Holden.

stronger. He pulled over, parking the car abr

th his empty promises. As the taxi pulled up, my phone vibrated

transfer to Geneva has been

Just as I was about to step into t

o been officially filed. The p

alking animatedly on the phone. Isabelle. Always Isabe

d, though he couldn't hear me