Left To Burn: My Husband's Betrayal

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lone figure by the buffet. He tried to hide it, but I could feel his gaze, a desperate pul

flashing with irritation. He stiffened, his jaw tightening. Then, she deliberately turned her bac

he man, then to me. He grabbed a champagne glass from a passing waiter and, with a violent clatter,

lle's arm, yanking her away from her dance partner. "What the hell do you think yo

? You bring her to my birthday party, then you criticize

ly towards him, crushing his mouth against hers in a desperate, bruising kiss. Isabelle, after a moment of

but with a profound sense of disgust. It was a grotesque display, a desperate dance of two broken sou

athing etched on his features. He saw me then, standing by the buffet, my

ked with regret. "It was a mistake. I thought... I thought yo

ays have." She then turned to me, a venomous smirk on her face. "He wan

r. "No, Isabelle! I don't want

rabbed a steak knife from a nearby table and held it to her wrist. "The

elle, no! Don't be stupid!" He lunged

hem, began to sway. A loud creak echoed through the hall, and then, w

delier smashed onto the marble floor, sending shards of crystal flying everywhere. Holden cried out, a sharp, ch

for herself, not for him. The hall erupted in c

ing. No shock, no pity, no relief. Just a profound, chilling indiffe

aos, my steps light, my heart unfettered. I walked out of t