The Miller Curse: A Broken Vow

tage Gala, a high-profile charity auction. "You need to get out, Chloe," my mother had said, her eyes full of

ping with crystals and fake smiles. The room was a painful reminder of my life with E

ng near the main stage. He was in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, and she was in a glittering

orner, a place to breathe. I couldn' t

voice boomed through the speakers. "And now, ladie

ge architectural sketch, a rare, hand-drawn design by Louis Kahn, one of my personal hero

ry about Kahn years ago, and I had talked for hours about this specific drawing, how it captur

er. I watched, my heart aching with a fresh wave of pain. It

cut through the noise.

stood there, confident and smiling, his

oneer cried out. "

nt gesture. My own heart started to beat a little faster, a tiny, foolish flicker of hope igniting wi

sketch from the auctioneer, his eyes scanning the crowd. He hel

wards me. My breath hitched. The people around me noticed, their heads turn

d right

tinued walking until he reached Sarah, who was

he said, his voice amplified by the microphone he' d apparently requested. "You said you a

drawing. She took it, her ey

wasn'

own on o

the ballroom. My blood ran co

pocket and opened it. A massive diam

life like a breath of fresh air. You' re understanding, you' re supportive, and

own her perfect face. "Yes," she whispered, he

tood up, pulling her into a passionate

ss slipping from my numb fingers

e, it was deafening. It was the sound of my past

't just left me; he had erased me, replacing me in front of ever

aiting for me to crumble. My vision blurred with tea

I did, my eyes met Ethan' s over Sarah' s shoulder.

, This is what you get. It was a final, cruel twist of the knife, and it told me everything