Fractured Vows
nd George Prescott, with his intense, black eyes and his commanding presence that filled the room whenever he walked in, had been the center of her univers
. Or so she believed. Jessica felt a searing anguish in her chest as she stood there in the echo of their former existence. The familia
rants, and laughing so loudly that it filled their house like music. However, she had lost the ability to hear the music at some poin
er, and the late nights. George had always smiled and soothed her when
e? She was his spouse. Now, however, she almost
night, the moment that m
a lady laughing, only to discover George in the arms of another woman. It was like a physical blow to her. I
ow or guilt. His features were etched with betrayal, and it was worse than any wound she c
ad never had this man, the man she had
Would she be able to move
e of an unrepentant guy. No grief for the life he'd ruined. Jessica realized
he truth, and her legs felt weak under her. He had sim
ice, she had questi
hough it were just another unimportant time in the day, and didn't answer rig
is a bigger deal than
was slapped in the
ica's voice broke as she whispered.
him, to devour all they had once had in common. The woman in George's arms had
orts to comprehend. George showed no signs of caring about the debris he ha
didn't matter, he had said,
erely a piece of the puzzle George had put together, the woman, still in his arms, had gazed at Jessica without even the
had stated, "I want you to understand what you've destr
had known had not r
d George used to enjoy. Everything appeared to fit together in the city, which had
at least examine their alternatives and talk about it. However, there had
is name on the paper. He hadn't given her a glance. had
and said, "Jessica, I can't do th
ver received the understanding she so desperately sought, nor had she ever been given the opportunity
voice trembling with s
ed and left, leaving her with the stillness that
is the
like this ever s
er even as she looked down at th
ess and incompleteness per