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Where the Snow Falls Soft

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 369    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

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Where the Snow Falls Soft
Where the Snow Falls Soft
“My life with Mark was perfect, or so I thought. Seven years together, a cozy apartment in Chicago, and a baby on the way. Then a car accident stole our future. I lay on the pavement, bleeding and terrified, dialing Mark, only for him to answer with an annoyed shrug-off from his 'client'. Just minutes later, I saw him drive by, him in the passenger seat, his intern Jessie at the wheel. The hospital confirmed my biggest fear: I'd lost the baby. That night, alone at home, I found expensive lingerie, definitely not for me, hidden in our closet. It was for Jessie. The next betrayal came wrapped in buttercream: Mark asked me to bake an elaborate birthday cake for his "important agency client." It was Jessie. And if that wasn't enough, at her lavish party, Jessie flaunted my anniversary bracelet, telling me Mark said it was "just something old lying around." My heart turned to stone as I grasped the depth of his cruelty and indifference. To lose our baby, only to uncover this twisted deception, the public humiliation, and his utter contempt for my feelings. How could one person be so callous, so utterly devoid of empathy? Enough was enough. At that party, I handed him a document-the termination of our shared lease. As he scribbled his name, oblivious, I knew my decision was final. I walked out of that party and his life forever, ready to reclaim my power and start anew. But first, he had to pay.”
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