Too Late for Her Regrets

eg. Through the shattered windshield, I saw my wife, Olivia, scramble not to me, h

Liam? Liam, can you hear me? Oh my god, you're bleeding." Ignoring my gasps, she finally

tered, and Olivia's first words concerned the hospital bill, not my well-being. Liam, she announc

m's Instagram later showed the identical thermos, captioned: "Best boss in the world! No

cedure" in Olivia's hidden box, dated the same week she claimed a "solo business retreat." S

Now, amidst the wreckage of my shattered life, I picked up my phone, my hands stea