His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart

was a brilliant tech CEO who swore he'd travel to the ends of the ea

to surprise him, I overheard

austing me, and my love

young intern, Jetta. When she drugged me, sending me into anaphylacti

ile I recovered alone in a hospital bed, h

and promises now defended my attacker. His

proof of everything. Then, I snapped my SIM card in half and bo

pte

Frazie

austing me, and my love

isper, but it landed in the quiet room with the force of a bomb. I stood frozen in the hallway, my hand still r

n't break us. Every goodbye was a promise of a return, every return a celebration of our unwavering bond. Dale, a brilliant tech CEO, had poured his heart into our relationship, flying out to see me almost every other week, despite his grueling schedule. He made it seem effortless, a tes

of a book I mentioned once, a tiny porcelain bird from a market stall I' d admired in passing. He seemed to know my deepest desires before I even spoke them. His

ing room, were praising him, talking about how devoted he was, how lucky I was to have a man who never

rds. "My love is

zed by an invisible hand. It was a pain so sharp, so sudden, it made me gasp. The world around me dimmed, the vibrant pa

fresh stab to my gut. Dale just looked at them, his eyes distant, his voice flat. "I don't know," he said. "I'm just so tired. These past three years... it' s been exhausting." He spoke of the lonely flights, the pressure of finding the pe

n my ears. My mind went blank. I don't remember how I slipped away from the door, how I managed to find myself outside in the cool evenin

re are

he room, a flicker of anxiety on his face. My heart clenched again, but this time it was a mix of fear and

is voice was hurried, laced with

k the sob rising in my throat. "Yeah, I just decide

I'm coming home then." His tone was so

vered the phone's mouthpiece, a tell-tale sign of his secret. His eyes, which had just been filled with concern for me, now softened with affect

d that had nothing to do with surprise. My world spun. The ground ben