His Blind Wife, His Regret

moved with a quiet, determined efficiency, gathering the few things that were truly mine. My old archi

felt tainted, a prop in the

d felt like a part of me for five years. Now, it felt like a shackle. I twi

n, a place I had used before. The old man who ran i

city was a blur of motion and color, but

er and got out of

's most exclusive jewelry store, stood

ge and brilliant it seemed to capture all the afternoon light. It w

full of an emotion I had never once heard directed at me. "Wil

vering her mouth with her hands. "O

w her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately as p

. No flowers, no family, no ring. He had placed this simple band on m

t even p

st. I turned away, stumbling into the sm

ooked up from his work. "Mrs.

my voice tight. "I need this

le pity. He didn't ask any questions. He simply took my hand and,

he counter wit

he asked kindly as he wrapped the se

se of release washin

s gone. The weight on my s

tination in mind. Liam never called, never texted. He

returned to the house. I ha

riveway, a figure stepped out

ng with venom. "Leaving so soon? Don't you

our life, Chloe," I said

fying to see. "You think you can just walk away? You think

arms, her face close to mine.

to get away from her

eps of the porch. Her foot slipped on the top ste

hard stone stairs

a searing, blinding pain

oked

the cold stone beneath me, a dark

the world tilting on

her sound. A shar

the stairs too, clutching her own belly