Neglected Wife, Dying Vengeance

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retaliate, but the raw, unhinged look in my eyes must have given him pause. He simply sco

eafening. The party decorations

pered, his voice tremb

burying my face in his soft hair. "I'

us looking obscene in its cheerfulness. Bonnie picke

not looking at me. "Does.

t smile. "Of course he likes you, honey. He loves you very

like acid o

und his plate. "He never hugs me

nt. Kevan' s affection was a currency he only spent on

t child as the living embodiment of his own failure. A man who

I cried for my son, for his wounded heart. I cried for myself, for t

away a tear. "Don' t cry, Mommy. It'

ting me on his own ruined birthday. The tho

the front door opened again. It was Kevan,

k," he said, hi

with sarcasm. "About my salary? Or about my up

. "About Aspen. His name is Asp

ue love. The woman he' d never gotten over. So the little b

him alone. He' s... had some psychological issues since his father' s death. He saw a picture of me and for some reason, he

s the unspoken truth: I am doing this for Angelique. I

ing him off. "Kevan,

subject. "It' s October 28th. What

w what his favorite color is? Do you know he' s allergic to peanuts? Do you know he' s af

ngle parent-teacher conference! You missed his first steps! You weren' t there when he had a fever of 104 and I had to r

iage that I had raised my voice to him.

if a piece of furniture had su

nie, who was watching us with wide, terrified e

led, his voice barely a whisper.

tered into a

ying to regain control. "Fine. Let'

I was about to suggest we open presents, a sma

ned, clutching his stom

with concern. "What' s wrong? Do you feel sick?

r. There was a glint of triumph in them, a malicious little smirk

r, Angelique-beautiful, manipulative, a

back. I couldn'

"Stay. It' s your son' s birthday.

' s not feeling well. I have to take him home." His voice was laced with an icy fury, as if I were the

begged, my p

k of cold dismissal. "Ge

I stood there, frozen, as the front door

nd I had just begged my husband to stay, only

filled my mouth. I was a foo

my son. "Well, more presents for us, right swee