Burn His World: A Wife's Fury

y, fragile body against my chest was the first moment of peace I'd felt since the nightmare began. His

urst open. Gordon stormed in, his face a thunderous mask, with Fr

u do?" Gordon demanded, his v

on Leo, shielding him with my bo

est. The one you insisted she get." He jabbed a finger at a

sh across her chest. "The lotion," she choked out. "The one you gave me for my dry skin. My whole

It's the organic, hypoallergenic brand I'

mple I brought them. The bottle from my nightstand." She looked at Gordon, her eyes wide with manufactured fear. "I

so ludicrous, so poisonous, that

y managed, my voice sh

be angry with her. It's not her fault. She's not well. Let's

jaw rigid. He turned his furious gaze back t

He didn't even consider my side. He had already tried and convicted me in his min

uiet but firm. "I have n

ut a tiny, distressed whimper.

rrifying movement, he reached down and p

right now. You're unstable." He held our son, our tiny, vulnerable son, like a bargaining chip. "Apologize. Show he

saw it in his cold, determined eyes. He would use our s

I had to sacrifi

, the word tasting lik

inct screamed at me to fight, but the sight of Leo, so

protested with every inch, my pride shredding with it. The memory of Gordon kneeling in a field of wildflowers, a diamond rin

words out from the floor, each o

n her tear-filled eyes. Gordon watched, his exp

gave out. I collapsed onto the floor, the pain in my abdom

n Gordon's eyes. He took a half-step towar

ring a sad secret. "When I moved in, I told her how much I

laced by a familiar hardness. He turned his back on me, his crying wife on

her, his voice low and s

da Rodriguez as a "cherished family friend and invaluable member of the Ortiz campaign team." It

ur physical recovery is slow, but what worries me more is your mental state. You

issively. "She's just being emotional." He checked his watch. "I have to go.

lready gone, prioritizing a political photo-op