The Placeholder Wife: His Too Late Regret

oke

blurred into a streak of ne

in to see if his wife had made it home safely through the rain. There was just the low

of sulfur and wet wool assaulted me, cutting

of my childhood.

eck in one hand and a non-disclosure agreement in the other. My mother sat at the

amily paid we

a scholarship to the prep school where the children of the city's

where I

hool-brooding, untouchable, and beautiful.

a hook for a hand. Kylie made sure the world never let me forget it. She would trip me in t

ever jo

taken scissors to my gym uniform. He didn't speak. He just handed me his vars

became the seed of my destruction

nt because I wanted to be useful to him. I wanted to show him I was more tha

what

ng. The silence of the apartment was deafening when I walked in. It

ahogany and the expensive cigars he smoked onl

he material still holding the

Kylie. But she had run off with a club promoter two days bef

a wedding to secure a territory merger. He nee

ing girl. The daughter of

he kitchen of the banquet hal

e of your mother for life. You get five m

foolish enough to think five years wou

desk. There, hidden beneath a stac

d? Was this an anniversary gift he h

ened

lace. Heavy, gaudy, a

re was

ll make it

left m

t it days ago. He had been planning to apologize to his mistress

he sound cracked like a g

the depths of my mind. I had walked past this stud

er until Kylie gets her head out of her ass. She's c

oked him dinner that night and asked about

ir scraping violent

as dead. The girl who loved the b

t in the hallway and

ars to be up. I wasn't going to wait f

burn the contra