His Cruel Betrayal, My Dying Wish

t murmur of voices audible from inside-his low and soothing, hers soft and

had built our ten-year marriage on the unwavering foundation that we would be child-free. And when the baby cried

with divorce papers, asking me to sign. He believed I had finally understood what it mean

dying. Stage-four stomach cancer, inop

tomach sharpened. The irony tasted metallic. The next morning, Liam handed me black cof

oveted, she taunted me with Liam's dismissal of my desire for it. Overwhelmed, I collapsed, but when Li

ow could he believe such lies? Why did the univ

dy thumbprint. Then, in an act of final defiance, I cut down the magnolia tree-the symbol of our love-and burned all m