When Love Dies And Memories Fade

one who secretly saved his life with a bone marrow donation. And when my grand

e of my "dramas," laugh

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ogacy deal to get the money for her care. When I begge

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ly gave up. He would always believe the lies of his mist

e every memory of him. Now, he stands before me, a broken man begging for forgivene

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believed about me. Two police officers, their faces grim under the harsh glow of the squad car, stood in my doorway, their presence an invasion of the very

ashing lights like broken dreams. The tiny ballerina, once pirouetting gracefully, was now just a headless torso, its painted smile a mockery of my own in

er suit perfectly pressed, his posture radiating an arrogance that made my stomach clench. "Trying to drug me? Are you really that desperate?" His words were i

sical manifestation of the emotional knots inside me. I pressed a hand against my abdomen, trying to staunch the invisible wound, but it was no u

ght me silence. For my grandmother, I told myself. For her medical bills. I had built walls around my heart, brick by painful brick, to withstand his

nce. Don't let her fool you, officers. She' s a master manipulator." His words were meant to wound, and they did. Each syllable wa

r any flicker of recognition, any hint of the man I had once thought he could be. "It was... it was just chamomile tea.

to this mockery of a marriage? Separated me from Cory?" His jaw tightened, and his eyes, usually so captivating, were now pools of

Christopher, please, just lis

could trick me, just like you tricked everyone else into thinking you're some kind of saint. But I see through

ted me. She tried to drug me, and when I refused, she became violent. I'm pressing charges." My breath

d, trying to process the sheer audacity of his lie. How could he? How could he stoop so low? The betrayal hi

th us." She reached for my arm, her touch firm but not unkind. The reality of the situati

o stop this madness. My dignity, already tattered, felt like it was being ripped to shreds. The shame was a burning

l twist of the knife. "You're only making it worse for yourself. Everyone will know

is eyes. "Grandma, it's me. Allison just attacked me. She tried to drug me. I'm calling the police." My blood ran cold. Grandma. M

nse of self-preservation. "Don't you dare! She's ill! You'll kill her!" My hands, trembling, reached for his phone,

strangled sob escaping my lips. The pain was immediate, searing, but nothing compared to the agony in my chest. "Please, Christopher! Don't do this

aying on his lips, then looked at the officers. "Take her away." His voice was chillingly calm, as if he were discussing the weather. He then turned his back on me, w

nd a way, any way, to warn my grandmother. I fumbled for my own phone, my fingers clumsy with

ed towards me, her eyes filled with a desperate mixture of love and terror. "Allison, darling, what happene

n my face, my body wracked with uncontrollable sobs. "He told her," I choked out, the words catching in my throat.

aking false claims to exploit her wealth." His voice was flat, accusatory. "And your sister, Cory, has already given a statement corrobora

e clutched at her chest, her face turning an alarming shade of red. "Alliso

ggressively in our faces. "Ms. Farmer! Is it true you tried to drug your husband, Christopher McDowell, for his fortune?" A woman with a ha

er voice was lost in the cacophony. She swayed, her hand still clutched to

is true?" Another voice shrieked, pressing a microphone so close it almost hit my face. Their words were needles, pricking

to reach my aunt, whose face was now contorted in agony. But th

lips. "Auntie! Auntie, no!" I screamed, my voice raw with terror, my heart leaping into my throat. The sight of her, so

laughter of the reporters. Their flashbulbs flared, illuminating the scene of my aunt's co

nymous with greed and deceit. The stress, the humiliation, the sheer cruelty of it all was too much for my grandmother's already fragile heart. The doctors' faces, grim a