My Fairytale Shattered: His Cruel Betrayal

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l, throbbing bassline beneath the sharper symphony of grief in my h

, her eyes red and p

ked. "Leo... t

proper burial, a peaceful one. Without any... interruptions." She looked down at my legs, both en

nt to talk about him. I didn't want to think abou

ne knew who I was. The wife of Julian Gallegos. A few weeks ago, they would h

aced sympathy. "Your injuries are severe. Compound fract

. "Worried sick," I repeated, the word

g nothing. The storm inside me had passed, leaving behind an eerie, silent wasteland. The passion

s, but he had forged

I had ceased to exist, and honestly, I was grateful. His absence was a balm. I didn't want his pity or his fe

first time. "You need to get out of that hospital gown," s

t store, a place Julian and I u

seen since before the accident. It was the smile he used to reserve only for me. It felt like watching a ghost. Helena w

my eyes: Julian fastening that same necklace around my neck

floor. For a fleeting second, his smile faltered. He rubbed his temple, a flicker

owed. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear, her hand on his chest. Whate

ross the store. "Look, Helena. It's the cripple

ng of snakes. I felt my cheeks burn, but I held his gaze, my expressio

a block of ice in my chest. I pointed to the most expensive bag on th

t to buy that for myself!" she whined, snatching the bag from the clerk's hands

ive the lady whatever she wants." He turned back to me, his voice dripping with condescension. "Let

s. Gallegos. And this card," I pulled out my own identical black card from my wallet, "is still very much active. I'll t

ed, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He hated

ked over to me, leaning down until his face was inch

him dead in the eye, "that

n my lap. It was

the ne

" The feature image was a professional, lingerie-clad photo of me, a photo only Julian had ever seen. The article detailed a secret, high-end auction where wealthy men could bid on my "personal e