The Wife He Destroyed Returns

ilted, then

tallic snap echoed in the vast emptiness of the gallery. I twisted in the air, a useless attempt

crack. The

s a constant, irritating song. A heavy weight pressed down on my chest, a strange, mechanical ticking sound coming from wit

awed at

Mark' s voice, low and urgent, j

nderson? Is everyth

lery owner. "The ladder was tampered with, just as you instructed. The security footage fr

I knew. It was pure, cold steel. "The insurance will cover her medical bills,

ontrol," Henderson said. "And the scholarship for your little protégé, Emily? My don

f the heart monitor next to me s

condition?

heart was severe. We had to implant the synthetic unit. She'll live, but she'll never walk again

Mark. "Perfect. Ab

I had a machine for a heart. My legs were gone. My art, my life's passion and work, was stolen. And the man I loved, the man I was goin

g fire. But it was nothing compared to the

ythmic tick-tock from my chest was a constant reminder. Tick. Tock. A clock counting down a life I no longer wanted. My hand instinctively went

, Sarah? We need to talk about your prenatal care. Given your new

t looked like a screaming face. The ticking i

d," I said, my

ked confused.

rds flat and empty. "I wan

entle pity. "Sarah, this is a big decision. Maybe you sh

said, turning my head to face t

mple, but I didn't wipe it away. It was the last tear I woul

voice again. This time he was in the room, talking on the phone, his

.. She fell... The doctors did everything they could...

ed, lis

f it. It's what she would want. I have to ke

ng right there, next to the bed where I lay broken, and spinning a tale of his love and devotion. The irony w

s a collection of valuable assets, and when my body became an inconvenience, he had it dismantled, piece by piece, just like one would strip a painting fro