Betrayal's Embrace: A Wife's Vengeance

ll, quiet house for them in a suburb far from the glittering tow

phantom limbs. Ivy was a wraith, her anxie

d, her voice small as she clutched m

whole truth. It would sha

ords feeling foreign and heavy on my tongue. "It's

his young face aged with a bitterness t

front of him. "This is not your

Russo, smiling seductively, leaning against a brand-new, cherry-red Ferr

heart: Thanks for the new ride, ex-M

. She was flaunting it, rubbing m

y, faded picture of us inside. He'd saved for months from his part-time job to buy it. He said i

ies I was holding. It burst open, scattering bandages

I had a box of bandages

on's galas. He'd introduced her as a brilliant, underprivileged student he was sponsoring. "She has a fir

undation was giving her so much more fund

ial," he'd answered smoothly.

ills. It was in her loyalty, in her bed. He wasn't investing in a surgeon; he

was a lie. Our entire life together had

ith the scent of expensive flowers and betrayal. I methodically went through the closets, pulling

ing," I told him. "All of it. And

cern. "A man like Hayden Bridges... this could get very ugly.

y box. I opened it, looked at our smiling faces, then snapped it shut. I took a black marker and signed my name on

elope with the signed paper

ave, her eyes full of pity. "

I no longer belie

aming tower of glass and steel that pierced the sky. I ha

n hour later. "It's done

," I

ill not b

p. I wouldn't regret this. I would only reg