Betrayal's Wake: A Wife Scorned

he cook avoided my eyes, their silence a testament to where their loyalti

the living room and sank onto the plush white sofa, staring at a family portrait on

ng in the doorway, dressed in a frilly pink princess

n and aimed it di

said, her

ilk blouse I was wearing. It clung to my skin, cold and uncomforta

e. I just lo

laying on her lips. "Sarah says you're a bad woman," she

d. The woman who had been a constant, smilin

eyes narrowed. She fired the water gun again, this time at my legs. "Sarah

a princess dress, were surreal. I knew she was just repeating what she had been

lf. But something inside me had broken yesterday in the

a stranger to me. Slowly, I reached up and wiped the water

gue. I didn

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voice barely a whi

er brow furrowed. This wasn't the reaction she was expecting. Sh

ome of its conviction. "Daddy says so. Sarah is g

ow,"

d from the hallway. "Lily, sweet

last look of contempt, dropped the water gun on the expensive Per

er abdomen, my fingers tracing the faint, silvery line hidden beneath my clothes. The C-section scar. The place where they had pulled Lily f

o acknowledge, a sacrifice that had been deemed worthless. The faint ache