His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart

Frazie

proof of love" lay scattered in the fireplace. Three years of his sacrifice, his devotion, reduced to ash. Al

a desperate attempt to bridge the distance between us, a symbol of his unwavering commitment. The

, a terrifying prelude to the storm brewing within him.

ady, betraying none of the tur

, his voice crack

you dare pretend you're surprised, Dale. You think I' m blind? You don't love me anymore. Why would I keep something that reminds me of your

s rained down, a deafening crash echoing through the room. "You selfish bitch!" he screamed, his face contorted

ward, grabbing me by the arms. "What are you doing?!" I

lapped me across the face. "Jetta's the real mistress now, you hear?" she hissed, her eyes gleamin

tly. "What was that?!" I

m Jetta," she sneered,

ing of rats, the skittering of insects, the faint cries of unseen creatures – the

until I bled, the itching so intense it made me scream. Then came the burning, an inferno consuming my skin, followed by a suffocating tightn

but there was no signal. O

tant, came through the phone. "Apologize, Faith,"

sped, my voice barely a whisper

he retorted, his voice devoid

sugary voice in the background, a chilling counterpoint to my suffering.

me in his arms, promising to never let me hurt again. "I'll never let you

s I closed my eyes, the bitter irony