The Wife He Cast Out

n tired of the neighbors staring. When I stepped inside, dripping

t before walking back to the living room. There was no apology, no

e past, I would have cried. I would have asked him why he was so cruel. Tonight, I felt a str

g a small, velvet box. Ethan trailed behind him, clu

laced with accusation. "You made a scen

the floor, his shoulders hunched. David was

ld. "He said he doesn' t want any of the money you saved fo

as before they turned him against me. But I

you want

toward me. "This needs to go. It' s from yo

fund hit its first billion dollars. It was a masterpiece of platinum and rubies, a symbo

epresents a past that has nothing to do

represented. He saw it as junk from a past life he wanted to erase. He had no idea that the connections and the re

ld have sadly thrown away the last piec

anym

as quiet, but it hung in t

shocked. I neve

did you

"This is mine. It doesn' t belong to you, and i

. He changed tactics, trying to play the part of the concerned husb

nly soft. He put a plate of seafood pasta in th

lfish. A single bite would send me to the hospital. He hadn't forgotten; he just didn' t care enough to remember. It was

ate away. "I'

was an act of rebellion he couldn't s

, I heard the front door open and close. I looked out the window. David was buckling Ethan

, leaving me behind in the silent house. I wasn't a wife or a mother anymore

. He thought he had marginalized me, pushed me into a corner where I h

s going