The Wife Who Destroyed Me

red. My wife, Sarah, sat opposite me, her eyes burn

echo, replayed. "You were just jealous of Alex and wanted him dead! I truly regret leav

ence. Before everything went black. The betrayal was

recognized it immediately: a sophisticated data-exfiltration device. I tried to warn her, even reported i

hen wove a web of digital lies, leaking classified intel and manipulating logs, pointing

eeping cut through the darkn

alarm clock. 7:00 AM. My heart hammered. Sarah was still asleep. On her ni

ation, the cold slap of betrayal, her mocking words. My colleagues' faces, pity mixed with c

with the woman who would destroy me sleeping peacefully beside me, I made