Betrayal In White Roses
The space I had once called home now felt alien and hostil
id, her voice firm as she guided me onto
tchen to make tea, and I was left alone with the silence. My gaze landed on a framed ph
iam had acted instantly. He'd thrown himself over me, shielding my body with his own as the building swa
e, now felt like a cruel joke. He would shield me from a collap
finally rebelling against the night's emotional onslaught. As
shaking. It was a messa
ened
elet, the one I had sketched out myself, showing the constellation on the night we first met. He was supposed to have it made for m
things are just meant for the right person. T
my lungs. This wasn't just a betrayal, it was a long-c
was Liam. He looked tired and exasperat
be here, Liam," she sa
Olivia. I need to
voice flat. I stood up, leaning
h his hair. He walked over to me
." He opened the box. Inside was a diamond necklace. "I boug
Sarah's social media photos, draped over her dresser. He was trying to placat
a dry, humo
lievable," I
's over, Liam. I mean it. I want
The remorse vanishe
n years over one mistake?
d a child with her, Liam! You gave her my ring, my
is grip tight. "You'
" I warned, try
utting through the tension. He gl
om me. "Sarah? What's wrong? ... The baby has
bbed his keys, not
go. The b
. Even after all this, even with me standing here
voice barely a wh
to me. "She needs me, Chloe. T
n he wa
in. More messages f
r favorite restaurant for three hours before he'd texted, saying his mother was ill and he had to fly out to see her. The
ith the baby. It was dated the weekend he was sup
him, teaching the
or the past seven years, was a carefully constructed fiction. He was never at a conference. His mother was
t was so intense it made me double over. I looked
told him yet. I was going to tell him tonig
mbled back to the bathroom, a cold dread washing over me
by. Ou
the lie. How could I bring a child into this world of deception? A child whose
ain. I slid down the wall, cl
d the number for a private clinic. I would erase this last, fina
started packing a bag. I wasn't just leaving him. I was
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