His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart

Frazie

r me. "You're finally awake," she mumbled, her voice tired. "Why would you take such a large

r smile. "Thank you," I

ered, replaced by a cold, hard mask. He was silent for a few moments, then his voice, laced with an unfamil

ta did this," I said, my voice barely

it was an accident. She grabbed the wrong bottle."

oarse, barely

d. "I docked her half

n was still covered in inflamed, weeping blisters, a testament to Jetta's cruelty. "Is that a pu

acked an innocent woman. Jetta is kind and gentle. She would never in

ed. Abs

hospital room. Then, I saw him again, not in person, but in Jetta's social media feed. A picture of her, her manicur

ploding with fireworks. A yacht party, wishes on shooting stars. They loo

y my side. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. My phone buzz

d wondering if it would be an attempt at reconciliation or

ons, her true colors, and sent it to Dale's work address. Then, I remove

. The end.