His Other Woman, My Broken Heart

sat alone at a dinner table set for two, a

imes, picturing his joy, the final piece

lief turned to ice as I watched him help Chloe, his college swe

le, shattering momen

, claiming heartbreak, and Ethan had swallowed i

our couch, with Ethan stroking her hair,

iversary, twisting our wedding vows into a weapon against me,

realized the man I loved was gone, replaced by

ceholder, sending a photo of Ethan asleep in a hot

hitting me: I had never stood a chance

ers, a secret escape hatch he'

rfume, I showed him the photo, and then he left again, for

quiet, steady one,

to leave, ready to protect the tiny, secr