The Wife Who Forgot

e torment, always positioned

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t that way," he'd murmur, his hand resting

my tee

his control over her, showcasing his suppo

over her head, a flicker

her rejection

ut a chilling indifference

oy named Max from a

ought him around for carefully o

agant gifts, her face soft with

y to Ethan, loud enough for me to he

bling in his playpen, with a

ax had a minor s

pplying a cartoon bandag

head and cried, Sarah barel

clumsy," she'd r

ike ice shards.

ers in social circles – I'd l

is just clinging

She was too good for him

noise, the soundtr

it anymore. Wha

illiant, cold CEO,

architect I'd married, was

ered late one night, years ago,

l, I'll always find my

d traced the l

ecoil if I accidental

bitter pill I

aged death, wasn't j

roken, a life free from the shadow of a mother who

oed through the sterile, modern house Sarah had redecorated

him, pacing the floor

ered, no pretense of politeness when Sarah wa

ram feed, curating his image a

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oblem, n

. I turned my back on E

ttle I had left to f

she kept for "important calls,

l assistant

nore

with Leo's essentials, a knot o

the old car I'd bought for cash, the one regis

lls st

h's name flash on the s

nothing le

pped" over a rug I'd sup

of wincing, clu

to his side

t you be more careful? Ethan c

milking the moment. "But really, Sar

me. "Apologi

his smug, false fa

been Sarah's gift to me

s, M & S, i

ntique shop, her eyes shin

s connected," s

t from m

as still "recovering" on the

ding it out. "I don

oked... unsettled. A flicker of

Michael. Very generous." His

me as I walked

it. That loc

"It means not

er standing there, a co

all, cold s

sal for the f