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A Quiet Sadness Remains

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 881    |    Released on: 27/06/2025

ng over the fireplace. We were smiling, caught in a moment of what I had believed was pure, unshakeable joy. I took it down from the wal

cribed to me with loving, poetic words that now read like fiction. I packed them all into a cardboard box, the sound of glas

What are you doing?" he asked, a frown creasing h

aid, my voice carefully

ons. He sat down at his desk, running a hand through his hair. "I' m so drained. Chloe and I w

pictured them together, their heads bent over a book, their hands bru

e sighed, a sound of deep satisfaction. "She

rk, with its practical demands and concret

pounding behind my eyes, and waves of nausea made it impossible to eat. I was sitt

" he said, a note of irritation i

I lied. "Jus

re last night, and she needs them for her presentation this afternoon." He said it so casually, as if

asked, my voice

ou. You seem a little on edge lately. You know how important this book is to my career. I'd appreciate a li

f suspended misery. I needed more than just a photo on a laptop. I needed someth

tting smarter. But he was also arrogant. I found his "research" folder on our shared cloud drive, a space he probably assumed

plans for their secret meetings. Audio files, short recordings of their conversations, his voice deep with an admi

e flash drive, my phone buzzed. I

"Oh, oops. I'm so sorry. I must have the wrong nu

cold. It wa

tinued, her voice syrupy sweet. "That 'private lesson' was

h malice, it stole my breath. She wanted me to

re in the silence of our home, the flash drive in my hand feeling heavy, like a weapon. The grief was still there, a hollow ache in my c

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“My husband, Ethan, an art history professor, used to call me his muse, claiming the lines of my architectural designs inspired his work. Then, his voice, once filled with adoration for me, began to brim with passion for Chloe, his new TA-a "brilliant mind" and his latest "muse" with whom he was spending "late nights in the archives." The faint, floral perfume clinging to his clothes, dismissed as paranoia, solidified when I found his laptop: not Renaissance art, but dozens of photos of Chloe, culminating in a chilling image-Chloe, wearing my silk robe, on our bed, dated just two nights ago when he was supposedly working late. A sudden, sick curiosity twisted into blinding betrayal, as the sanctuary I designed with such care became a monument to his deceit, turning my perfect partnership into a living lie. With newfound, icy clarity, I vowed to dismantle the life we' d built, brick by painful brick, and reclaim every piece of myself he had shattered.”
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