A Husband's Fatal Choice
s. There was only a single, paralyz
grabbed Mei and yanked her away from the danger zone, shieldin
e. His voice was a distant echo as the wor
eways, and I landed hard on the floor, the shockwaves vibrating through my
y, the world came back into focus. I was alive. Unharmed, ex
was breathing, that I wasn't crushed beneath the wreckage. The pan
tal room. The first thing I saw was Mark, sitt
ce devoid of any warmth. "Stop pre
over me. My hand was professionally bandaged no
r..." I began,
vants already confessed. You paid them to l
reeling. It was a lie. A
n by a nurse. She had a small, neat bandage on h
on her. I' m sure she didn' t mean for it to be so... dramatic.
, the benevolent, forgiving saint. And I was the
the blind conviction in his eyes. For the past year, ever since Mei had appeared, he and she had built a narrative around
whatever Mei said it was, whatever st
, so profound it felt like I was drowning. The bitterness rose in my thr
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