Romantic Homicide

und. "Even before we got married," he finally said i

rror, not a momentary lapse in decision-making. This was the complete truth - a truth rooted

the question. "Why did you decide to mar

is eyes. "Because she reminded me of you," he said. "You resembled her, a

lly desired. I had spent my life in the shadow of another, giving my a

his hand, her tone gentle yet malicious. Sarah, it is indeed true. You were alwa

rt internally. I had affection for him, believed in him, and of

f his true desires. I was simply a convenient likeness,

s all false. However, I had no words, no energy remaining within

d to break free, to inhale, to flee from the confines that had imprisoned me in an unnoticed nightmare. As I steppe

embracing myself tightly while crying uncontrollably, unable to handle the intense pain. What made him betray me in

this child to represent our love and create a stronger connection between us. However, it now seemed like

dding tears until none were left, until a numb sensation e

er before. In a single crushing moment, I lost all parts of myself

will make it through this. I would figure out a way to reconstruct, to recover, even if it r

ne else's tale. One day, I will discover the courage to love once more, to have faith once again. However, at the moment, the only t

the cold, unwelcoming guest room. Her hand rested protectively on her stomach, her touch soft yet desperate, as if the connection to her unborn child could ancho

rary. She had once believed he cared for her, perhaps even loved her in his own way. Yet, as the

y. She had thought-foolishly-that they were meant for her. Her heart had swelled at the idea that Jake might still see her, even in the shadow of Isabel's suffo

le Isabel occupied the center. Sarah pressed her hand more firmly against her stomach and whispered softly

he bag came out from under the bed with a muted scrape, its weigh