A Husband's Rage, A Wife's Betrayal

, listening to the silence. Then a sob tore its way out of my chest, a raw, guttural sound of

used to be, the happy, loving father who believed his world was perfect. I cri

hat followed, memories be

ing. She was sitting in the stands, reading a book, completely absorbed. She had this intense, focused

e clubs she joined, who read the books she read. I was her loyal, silent admirer. She was brilliant, popular, and always slightl

und me in the library. She walked right up to my table,

, her voice clear and co

inst my ribs like it was trying to escape. That was the beginning. For a brief, glorious time, everything was perfect. She w

mall but respected manufacturing firm, was driving home late one night. Ther

oration, had been in talks to acquire her father's company. The negotiations had been tough. Olivia convinced herself that the pressure from my father,

e with cold accusation. She broke up with me, publicly and cruelly, blaming my family for her f

t to college, studied architecture, and hoped that one d

nkruptcy. My family's company, Miller Corp, was thriving. One day, my father came to me. He told me the Hayes family had approached him. They were desper

a legacy. I knew Olivia still hated me. I knew she would see it as the ultimate hum

said

ed, with all my heart, that I could fix it. That my love would be enough to erase the hatred. That if

e transformed her small division of the company into a tech giant. She was cold to me in private, but in public, we were the perfect power couple. When t

here was no victory. There was no love. It had all been a lie. A performance. She

again, had been extinguished. It didn't just fade away. It was murdered, just like my children, on a cold winter