My Husband's Secret Divorce

room at the sound of the boy's scre

's side, scooping him up into his

What happened?" he as

ng a trembling, uninjured finger at me.

es, moments ago filled with fake concern

he demanded, his voice low and dangero

started, but

to give you a family, and this is how you treat him? Because you

e was using my pain, the sacrifice I

ely on the crying child. "It's okay, Joey. Daddy's

close behind. Before she left, she shot me a look over

ick in the air. The broken bowl lay on the floor, a symbol

ever even loo

ound that echoed in the empty

tering. I found the first-aid kit and clumsily wrapped the burn, the pain a

barely bleeding. Jackson had rushed me to the emergency room, his face pale with worry. H

Or maybe he had n

g certainty, was not eternal. I

ed in. He saw my bandaged hand an

m sorry for what I said. I

a little boy. He didn't mean to cause trouble.

. He was asking me to forgive the child who had del

d not

, Joey is very shaken. I'm going to sleep i

o be with her. I knew i

said, my v

ed a fight, tears, accusations. He didn't know that the

my forehead, a brief, co

he wa

into the darkness. I was an outsider in

I hea

e Jackson was supposedly sharing with the chil

n's voice, thick with a

woman's gasp, a mix of p

she whimpered.

k, his voice a low thrum of passio

," she

wed by the rhythmic, unmistakable s

to fists. I pressed my face into the pillow

bbed me, who had taken my future from me. He was ma

er social standing. Jackson had stood up to them, his voice ringing with conviction. "I love Elena," he

rce, so loyal. My

s now a joke. H

, until the house finally fell silent. I didn't sleep. I just