The Unwanted Wife's True Home

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shoved Izzy! M

accusatory, cut throug

roken pieces in a silk scarf in my evening

have seen

sharpest, jagged piece of the painted wood clutched in her han

y sobbed, holding it up for all t

of wood, so precious to me, is now

eeding. I must have gripped the o

his kind eyes as he gave me th

on was the ult

eigned an apology to me, loud e

didn't mean it. You've ju

fresh tears spring to her eyes, then

alculated moves, he

lling certainty, that

e, contorted with rage

expression a mixture of

his small face mirr

ought I was fighting for, it

oice surprisingly steady in the sudden

ed into silence for a mo

arling, she's hysterical! She d

tighter, her eyes w

: the damsel in distress. Espe

d to a security guard, his eyes fi

lked away, head held high, past

a single bag. My pre-packed

s I'd had a lawyer draw u

tated for only a second. Then I signe

e my freedom, and perhaps, h

s gleaming mahogany desk,

phone bu

loe? Is

back."It's time.

leaving behind ten years of

later. He called my main phone

Eleanor, his

e left divorce papers!

a moment. Then, her voi

best, Mark. She was ne

loe, so passive for so long, acting w

ft on her nightstand. He didn't know why he

blogger. Detailing her plots, her p

narrative sticks. The crazi

a nice touch, rig

a wave o

, the phone clutched

other? What has

t her son, her expression

of her secrets

are things you don't know. Things I did

rty. The fraternity. The pills he'd used, thi

onsensual

, silenced the campus invest

scuing" a drunk, promiscuous

ice barely a whisper."Ethan wa

ilted under