Burn His World: A Wife's Fury

Ellis

uet of lilies, their funereal scent filling the small room. He

am," she began, her voice a pract

d devoid of emotion. "That a woman bleeding profusely wh

o stood protectively by her

d. "I tried to call you, Gordon. Over and

er voice laced with a strange sort of pride. "My anxiety... I have a special panic button that d

. The bitter irony was a physical taste in my mouth. Years ago, he had been my emergency

lled me and our son," I said slowly, letting each word land, "you were

ght. "We'll make up for it. Once you and the baby are

to shift in the bed, and a sharp pain radiated from the C-se

r me, but I held up a hand

problem? Frida has apologized. I'

my voice rising. "I want to know why you've given her a key and

e small space. "And she is a troubled young woman who looks up to me! Your accusations are insulting and base

e. The world tilted on its axis, a n

said, her voice watery. "Aubrey's just been through a lot. She's hormonal. It's understandable." She turned h

lliant move.

g anywhere. This is your home for as long as you need it to be." He then fixed his cold eyes on me. "This disc

it reassuringly, and led her out of the room, leaving me alon

bered the day he' d first brought it up, just two months ago. We were in the kit

rms around me from behind, his chin resti

cult time. A bad breakup, crippling anxiety. The senator thought a change of

il hovering over the paper. "With the bab

ould mean the world to the senator. His endorsement could be the thing that

ly. A small inconvenience for a greater good

om. She was polite, almost shy, until the movers had left a

. "Gordon has wonderful taste." She paused, her gaze landing on me, sharp and assessing. "I lov

on my swollen bel

al whisper. "Someone who won't hold him back with... domestic things. A man like Gordon has a destin

n. "He told me he feels things with me he's ne

f doubt planted in the foundation of my marriage. An h

incidence. Her words, her presence, the stress she had deliberately inflicted-it wa

t a hormonal, grieving wife anymore. I

he truth, no matte