A Husband's Rage, A Wife's Betrayal

rushing weight of reality settled back onto my chest, heavy and suffocating. My head throbbed, and m

. I didn't move. I kept my eyes clo

via's voice said, cool and mocki

lways. Her hair was immaculate, her makeup flawless. She looked like she had just come from a succe

her silk blouse. "My mother is a mess. You really did a n

he pit of my stomach. It was so

rasped, my

e closet. "I need to change. Marcu

happened, for what she had done, shattered the last of my control. I sat up, g

creamed, the words tea

barely flinched. She turned to me, an ex

aid, her tone laced with contempt. "What

bubble up inside me. "You killed our child

. "Oh, please. Don't be so theatrical. It was an accident.

lled through me. My stomach, empty for what felt like days, clenched pa

stomach, trying to breathe

her chest. "See? This is what I'm talki

ed. Even through my sickness and grief, a prima

convince my grandfather to cut me off. She's feeding him all sorts of nonsense you told her. You

asn't just unremorseful; she was actively trying to manage the

en you have absolutely nothing left to lose. I leaned back a

face for any flicker of emotion, any sign of the per

augh. It was the most horrif

to scare me. She took them to my grandfather's house, didn't s

ower play. She hadn't even bothered to confirm the truth. She had just gone about her day, had her meetings, plann

, of her detachment from re

e as cold and dead as my heart. "Because you lef

ertainty crossed her face. Her conf

?" I

She found none. The color drained from her face. But there was no

nding up abruptly. "I

e from her pocket as she went. She didn't look back. She d

front door close with a soft

e, with nothing but the ghosts of m