His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart

Chapter 9

Word Count: 505 | Released on: 07/01/2026

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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.

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His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart

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“For three years, I flew across the Atlantic for my fiancé, Dale. He was a brilliant tech CEO who swore he'd travel to the ends of the earth for me, saving a thousand airline tickets as "proof of his love." But when I arrived a day early to surprise him, I overheard him confessing to our friends. "Our relationship is exhausting me, and my love for her is draining away." His words were just the beginning. I soon discovered his affair with a young intern, Jetta. When she drugged me, sending me into anaphylactic shock, Dale' s only punishment for her was docking half a day's pay. He then took Jetta on a lavish vacation while I recovered alone in a hospital bed, his excuse being that I had "provoked" her. The man who once showered me with diamonds and promises now defended my attacker. His love, once my bedrock, had become a poison. As I stood at the airport gate, I sent him one last email with proof of everything. Then, I snapped my SIM card in half and boarded a flight to Iceland, disappearing from his life for good.”