The Illusion Of His Love

the memory of the freezing basement feeling like a nightmare. But the deep, aching cold in my bones was real. A doc

're lucky to be alive. Consider us even for the dog." He offered no apology, only a cold, transactional forgi

f this was the most normal thing in the world. "I need you to be there. As my wife." He wanted to present a united front, to use me as a prop in his pub

ptiness inside me. I stood by Ethan's side, a smile painted on my face, while he introduced Scarlett to his business partners and friends.

was my mother's favorite jade bracelet. It was the only piece of her jewelry I had managed to keep. I had told Ethan its story once, how my mother wore it every day. I didn't know how Scarlett got it. My hands trembled as I looked at h

ring the sharp edges of the broken jade, trying to gather the pieces. My fingers were clumsy, shaking too hard. "It's broken," I whispered, the words catching in my throat. As I reached