Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter

len moments in the night, had been a lie. A crue

ew they n

one in my chest. I didn't want another chi

the wall, where it shattered. He ground the scatter

, you were popping fertility drugs to

" had been another "mistake" by a maid, another part

I asked, my voice flat.

your stomach to see her face, a cheap copy of Everleigh'

about propriety, about how I couldn' t have feeling

ld, mocking smile. "You really

tears, was gone. He had defended me from bullies, driven

n his birthday, the

white dress he' d given me and, in a fi

" he'd said, his voice cold and formal. "Have you

. "But we're not relat

d. "Know your

ear was the most bitter

derstood. It wasn't about us bein

me. He did

d woman? She was pe

me. That was the s

suddenly lunged for me, his hands gra

e," he snarled, his eyes wild.

birthday gift from him, from years ago.

cloth filling the room. The gown fell away in shreds, leaving me exp

irty. Tr

ody with utter contemp

he warned, his voice a cold threat. Then

gry. It was just a piece of cloth. But now it lay in

mbled for the spare pill bottle. I shook

couldn't let him find out. He w

ol pills and poured my antidepressants into it. He