Shattered Vases, Broken Promises

me Liam' s wife, but I was merely the ghost in his machine, designing award-winning architecture he took full credit for. My moth

in pieces. Eleanor shrieked, blaming me, her eyes filled with a terrifying conviction: "She's jealous. She wants to destroy everything beautiful in this h

he cold mansion. A sick feeling coiled in my stomach. The shattered vase, the familiar intimacy b

wanted a divorce, expecting a fight. Instead, he simply said, "Alright." Too easy. My relief quickly turned to unease. He looked at me

ears, resolved to unravel the web of deceit that entangled me, k