He Played Her False: She Played Her Way Out

noise to the perfect smile I plastered on for

ty prop, while my priceless 18th-century cello sat

-and shoved it into the arms of Gabrielle, his childhoo

acquered nails scraped a sea

acrificed everything fo

ere a coat, then fussed over her while I stoo

ly carried Gabrielle past my collapse, he still l

ded I donate my rare blood for Gabrielle, claiming her li

ic lie? Why was I, his wife, solely a biological resource, while Gabrielle, h

late mentor' s irreplaceable auto

ng, I saw him choose her again, turning his b

. This time, I wouldn't just leave; I wou