My Dying Breath, His Endless Regret

r bouncing off the cold marble floors. I was his wife, but

to try. I followed him out, my steps unsteady

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ion annoyed. The engin

t, Hailey?

feet from his open car door. "

always sick with something. A headache,

ssed. He looked perfect, a ruthless Nas

s voice dropping to a low, menacing tone. "Ever since you drugg

l blow. It was the foundation of his h

hat happened,

what happened. You ruined my life. You

the words tasting like ash. "I need yo

licker of something in his eyes-not belief, but calc

voice flat. "That's a new o

f the car and slid i

aid, looking straight ahead. "Fi

car sped away, leaving me s