Finding Georgia

ad always been effortlessly charming. He moved with an athletic grace, a testament to his days as the star quar

Her large, expressive green eyes hinted at a depth of emotion that drew people in. While Jayce exuded a ca

, and Georgia, the bright, artistic soul. He'd been drawn to her quiet intelligence and quick wit, while s

scence side-by-side. By the time they graduated, their bond seemed unbreakable, their love a sure thing in a world full of uncertainties. They married young, at 21, two years into their college romance, eager to build a life together, a

sting of betrayal. Georgia Lakestin, her face pale and drawn, clutched a crumpled tissue in her hand, her knuckles white wi

ice, though quiet, sliced through

aze darting around th

let me e

king with the effort of holding back the to

at you, my husband, were screwing some... some..." she choke

aded, his voice strained. "It wa

wall. "Our marriage, our vows, our entire life together... a mistake?" Tears we

m the satisfaction o

led to his feet, reaching for he

ce raw with pain. "Don't even try t

constructed composure finally crumbling. "I'm sorry, oka

rtment, her anger a living thing now, consuming her. "You threw away everything we ha

aking Georgia jump. "Just stop! You think I don't hate mys

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a profound sadness. "Then you understand," she

filled with a pain that mirrored her own, and for a moment, they simply stood the