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A Wife's Quiet Devastation

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 914    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

the gardens. He came up behind me, placing a hand on my sho

and full of fake concern. "Is the project stressing you

f husbandly care. The same face that had lied to me, t

fine,"

promise you, it' s temporary. As soon as Chloe is back on her feet,

were. A life built on

nd data points. In my world, everything was based on logic, on verifi

gic to my life with Mark, a logic o

even. "We haven' t taken a vacation

this as a sign that I was willing t

erly. "Anything you want.

ouse," I said. "The one your f

ake house was remote, isolated. No cell service, no

e said. "It' s so ru

ay from everything. From work, from this

est. A final, extr

nd. "Okay," he said, forcing a smile. "Th

melling of pine and dust. It was exactly as I remembered from a

afternoon studying the house' s old, faulty wiring. It was a simple matter to create a targeted short circuit. One

l, using a satellite ph

she needed to come immediately. I gave her the address. I knew she would come. She

o Mark, who was already asleep. I stared at the

lled it. The faint,

d saw the orange glow flickering at the end o

the room and s

e up! There

ic and confusion. The smoke was th

at?

t out!" I yelled, my voice ge

hallway. The flames were consuming th

houted, pointing toward

The sound of a car screeching to a halt o

are you in t

d the front of the house. Through it, he could see them. Chloe, pregnant and hysterical, was trying

at me, his

le condition. It w

o fend for themselves outside. If he chose me, if he prioritized his wife over his mistress and his se

e smoke burning my lungs, the h

final data po

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A Wife's Quiet Devastation
A Wife's Quiet Devastation
“My husband, Mark, swore he' d never betray me. After three years of his relentless pursuit, promising a world where my work was respected, I believed him. Then, a routine check of our shared finances revealed recurring, substantial transfers to a secluded suburban home I' d never heard of. I drove there myself, my heart pounding at the sight of his second car in the driveway, the one always "at the repair shop." Chloe, Mark' s distant cousin, opened the door, her panic palpable, and behind her, two small children, twins, peeked out with Mark' s eyes. Just then, Mark' s car pulled in, and his smile vanished when he saw me, followed by his parents, beaming, cooing over the toddlers. He dropped to his knees, begging, "Those aren' t my kids. I swear they aren' t." He spun a tale of Chloe' s assault and his noble act of protection, a story Chloe tearfully corroborated, then added, "Please, let me stay." As she moved, I saw it-a clear, undeniable pregnant belly, and before I could ask who this father was, she shrieked, pulling a paring knife to her throat, "Don' t ask! I can' t take it! I' ll kill myself!" Mark' s parents shot me dirty looks, comforting a sobbing Chloe, their unified front of lies cornering me. I gave a stiff nod, allowing this charade, this invasion, into my home. But in that moment, something inside me broke. He didn' t buy himself more time; he' d only started the clock on his own destruction.”
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