When A Woman Dies To Live

, but this marriage ce

red at the cheap, flimsy paper in my hand, the one from our

tached pity, "according to our records, Mr. Ethan Lest

's skiing accident. He'd had amnesia, and when we finally found him, he was living with her. He claimed h

five of which I believed were a common-law marriage. We were raising a son, Leo. We wer

as just.

gless film. The house was quiet when I walked in. Too quiet. I wa

our mutual frie

," Andrew's voice was low but

italist I knew replaced by someone desperate. "Maria tried to kill herself after

od ran

that Leo is your biological son with Maria? You let Jocelyn r

ening to give out. Leo. My sweet, five-ye

n't an accident. I switched her prenatal vitamins. I needed her to be unable to have children. I nee

iscarriage I had blamed myself for, cried

b. I went to our bedroom, the room we had shared for seven years. I looked

d. It was a te

home? Cal

couldn't. Instead, I walked over to the fireplace. I took down every photo

nto the cold, empty hearth

The heat felt good against my skin, a stark contrast to the ice i

down my face, not for the love I ha

ef was gone, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. This wasn't just a brea

ime to r