He Played Her False: She Played Her Way Out

ed my burns in cool, wet cloths from the kitchen and insisted on calling an

for me. He was reassuring the Hendersons, promising them that Gabrielle

The doctor diagnosed them as second-degree burns. My hands, my most precious tools, were bandag

ow up that night

lowers or apologies, but with a request. He look

to my bedside. "I need you to do

ed at him,

e-type blood transfusion for a critical procedure. It's... it's a fabricated story, of cour

expectantly. "It's you,

like it was ti

rare blood type. We

d. "Absolutely not. Ms. Fuller is recovering from significant burns. Her body is under immense str

life is on the line, Maddy," he said, his voice laced with emotional b

ly, "I cannot and will not approv

"Doctor, this is a private matter between my wife and me. Her fr

made it sound like I was selfishly hoard

pression softening into a pl

one out of me. What was one more sacrifice

" I wh

was a dull, aching pain, but it was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. Wesley sat between our beds, his chair angled t

healthy, sighed dramatically.

r. He never once looked at me. He never asked if I was okay. I wa

gh the grime on my cheek. This was the ultimate betrayal.

I attend a major campaign gala. "You have to be there," he'd said. "Peo

t in a designer dress. My hands th

ress I recognized. Wesley had bought it for me for our ann

isplayed: a framed, autographed score of Elgar' s Cello Concerto, a g

adisyn," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "Thi

"tri

e glass, seeping under the frame, and staining the pric

a perfect picture of

ears of quiet tolerance, of forced

ose," I snarled, my v

reach her, a fire alarm blared throug

g towards the exits. In the stampede, I was knocke

ielle wrapped in his arms, protecting her. He looked back, his

ent, he h

s way through the crowd with