From Trophy Wife To Forgotten

but with the quiet, chilling certainty that settled in

tructed epic, built on shared apartments, inside jokes, and

ing smile plastered on his face, attempting to

eptible smudge of pink on the white colla

ber: a picture of his car, a fluffy pink charm in the rearview

eating, but his mistress, Sophia, was flaunting her triumph

arents\' anniversary party when I overhea

ers, shattering like my heart, a deafeni

n as Sophia, undeniably showing, called him away with a whimper, "Liam,

se her

me with a sickening realization: this wasn\'t just an affair; it was a cold, c

g the silver bracelet with the "S" charm from his wallet on the nightstand, al

and typed, "It\'s over, Liam. I know everything.

number, I drove away, leaving him to the