His Wife, Her Game, His Escape

blurred into a meaningless smear of color. I remembered a time when these streets felt lik

e me. The window rolled down, and Ev

the car,

t wal

ongside me. "I sai

ome,

ice tight with anger. "Why aren't you jea

? For the privilege of watching you with another

a statement, not a question. It was the ultimat

ossibly prove it? What more do you want from me? I gave up my

I have to do? Do I have to die for you? Would that be enough? If I threw mysel

ng unreadable in their depths. "Yes,"

me harder tha

proof of her power over me. T

e humiliation, the years of quiet desperation-i

nd ran into the street, directly in

a blare of a horn, and then

, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes wide with a terror

antiseptic. My entire body was a symphony of pain. I was in a hosp

t, she looked almost peaceful, like the woman I had first fallen in love with,

then, fussing over me, bringing me soup, her touch gentle an

They focused on me, and the softness vanishe

," she said,

ed. "Are you proud of yourself,

at her, b

ce sharp. "It's a coward's way out. It doesn't

ied to kill myself for her, and she was turning it

ords tasting like ash in my mouth

n a mask of rage. "Y

ing, Eve. I can'

d her eyes, a look I knew all too well. It was the look

a low, menacing whisper. "Kason. He was so frightened by your lit

the absurdity of it all m

o and apologize to

ha

set him. You're going

attling sound that hurt my b

narrowed.

ey lifted me from the bed, ignoring my pained gasps, and half-dr

healthy, scrolling through his phone. He look

nto a gentle coo. "Kason, darling, are you fe

s the chicken soup her private chef made, the soup she used

o spoon-feed Kason, wipin

ver me. The small, foolish hope that her presence by my bedside had ignited was now compl

nd I was the only on