A New Dawn : Life After A Betrayal

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ooked like a prince straight out of a fairytale, dressed in a s

rom the encounter with the car. "I'm sorry, I...I'm not fe

ure you don't need any help?" he asked gently,

eel myself growing more disoriented by the second, the doctor's words echoing in

ce firm but compassionate. "You're clearl

want to be a bother," I insisted.

on. "I can't just leave you like this," he said. "You're not thinki

ssment of my condition. "No, really," I insisted, turnin

s hand reaching ou

right now," the man said, his voice pleading. "But I can't just stand b

kindness in his gaze that I couldn't ignore. Pe

ders slumping. "Al

he led her to his car. "It's my pleasure," he said, op

e pulled away from the curb, I couldn't help but marvel at the lux

luminating the front of the house. "Are you sure you're g

you, truly." I stepped out of the car, my eyes fixed on

ped through the door, my feet

in the sink, a testament to the family's disregard for my efforts. A pit of anger and

d, her face a mask of contempt. "So, you decided to show up eventually,"

respond. "I'm sorry, Mother," I said, her voic

s wasn't nearly as important as taking care of this house. We could use a

dge of the sink tightly. "Yes, Mother," I

my pocket. I pulled it out, my hands still slick with suds, and

y obscured by shadow. But there was no mistaking their identities - my husband'

up to my mouth as I struggl

ormed into the room, a tornado of

s fury. my husband, Chris, could sense the imminen

you," he stammered, his voice shaking.

my lips pulled

. I know about your affair, about your secret child. And I am thro