A Wife's Vengeful Art

without a backward glance, leaving me

s tone making it clear I was an unwanted

ling on my stained t-shirt when the door creaked open. I ex

t was

ay a word. She just rushed to me and wrapped her arms around me, holding

rst sound I' d made that wasn't a hoarse whisper. It was a raw, ugly so

tears. "I came as soon as I heard. Mark's assistant called him...

ds, her warm palms a stark contrast to the

ld have been here. I

managed to choke out. "

roken. You're sick. There's a difference. I've seen

e mention of his name han

of being completely overwhelmed and disconnected from the beautiful baby I was supposed to love unconditionall

just wave a hand dismissively. "All n

d it. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. A tragedy with no explanation. A gaping hole in

c chair in the corner and sat b

appy. You and Mark were... perfect. You designed that beautiful house togethe

liant young architect, marrying Mark Peterson, the handsome, successful developer. We were the couple eve

house is a f

tant. The late nights became later. The scent of her perfu

r perfect life together. Instead, he was the wedge that drove us completely apart. My

hite bandage on my wrist. "I'm just... waiting. I d

. "Then we'll figure it out together. You'

gh to pull me back from the edge I was so desperate to leap from. Outside, I