Fake Divorce, Real Betrayal

ell of Clara' s overly sweet perfume mixed with the bacon Mark was fry

when I heard Lily' s

ng a baby too,

ind her, a dark look in her eyes. Before I could answer,

o her?" he hissed,

thing," I gasped,

from mine. "Are you trying to poison my daughter'

rformance of distress. "Mark, don' t. It' s

he glared at me. "You' re not going anywhere.

wall. "You will apologiz

ore I met Mark, must have sensed my fear. He ran into

n watching silently, shriek

But there was a tiny, red mark on Lily' s arm, probably

xplo

pollo. He grabbed the cat by the scr

p it! He didn'

, dragging the terrified cat with him. I ran after

. The cat landed hard on the concrete patio with a sickenin

orm on the gray concrete. The pain in my chest was so intense

d couldn' t process it. My sweet, gentle cat, who had slept

face still red with rage. He

s voice dripping with venom. "This is y

a and Lily, putting his arm

It' s over. Let' s go

the body of my murdered pet in the backyard. The image of their happy family walk