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Love's Ashes, A Bitter Price

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 902    |    Released on: 15/08/2025

d and sharp. He would take my s

he fight drain out of me,

poison in my mouth. I directed them at the muddy

d sound. "It's fine. I forgive

ning his full attention back to her, leading her g

alone on th

phone a few minutes l

g her to the doctor. The driver

ing with the rain that had started again. I cried for my lost child, for t

e pills looked so small, so harmless. I swallowed one

th the hem of my coat. They were all I had left of this day. They

me home that ni

had tagged me in a post. It was a liv

. Cali was beside him, sparkling in a sequined dress. She l

influencer gushed. "When are you goin

Kaden with wide, expectan

owd yelled, "He's

But he doesn't love her," she said, just loud enough f

era, his handsome face se

ice deep and resonant.

d his neck, her face buried in his shoulder, but I cou

r my benefit. A public

venge on her family. It wasn't a game. He loved her. All the

rom the streetlamps outside. The wind howled, rattling the wind

sual cramps. It was a f

cold dread washing over me.

dull, throbbing echo. I felt... empty. A part o

in person, of course. He was kneeling beside my h

said, his voice soft. "It was... very

. Dismissing another

ed. He would talk for hours about names, about what our child would look like. He

e man who sat before

p and cruel. The yacht.

een you," he h

felt like a physical death. I had lost e

They were tears of grief, of rage, of a

hospital room

er expression impatient. She was dres

was sharp, annoyed. "You promised

hand. He stood up, his attent

smile on his face. "Jealous that

s if. You're jus

e teased, deliberately trying to provok

my hospital bed was their playgroun

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Love's Ashes, A Bitter Price
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“The world saw my husband, Kaden, as a tragic hero, honor-bound to me while his heart belonged to his childhood sweetheart, Cali. I believed it too, willing to endure the pain for his sake. On our anniversary, he came home with her. He didn't just ignore the special dinner I'd made; he grabbed the tablecloth and sent our entire anniversary meal crashing to the floor in a deafening shatter of crystal and porcelain. He pinned me against the wall, his kiss brutal, whispering that hurting me was how he tortured her. This became our life. He gave her a replica of my late mother's most precious gift. On the anniversary of our first baby's death, he left me grieving to comfort Cali because her cat had died. When he returned, he threw the tiny booties I had knitted for our son into the fire. I lost another pregnancy-twins this time. In the hospital, he abandoned me to go play tennis with her because she was bored. The final straw was when Cali scattered our twins' ashes to the wind. He saw my pain, heard my screams, and defended her. "Unintentional harm is not a crime, Joyce," he said. In that moment, the woman he knew as Joyce died. I took the pills that would erase her forever, allowing me-Iris-to take control.”
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