My Betrayed Heart, My Stolen Life

's voice but a detached system humming

nth coma, only to fi

stant, offered no embrace,

tared at me like a stranger, t

with his arm around my wife-Mark Harrison, a d

leg and mumbled, "You' re not

ended this usurper, accusing me of be

loving husband and father, was a ghost

a text from "M ❤️": "Can't wait for tonight. The kids w

nger a suspicion; it w

shared an intimate kiss in my bed, he

liberately injuring himself a

king me as Emily shrieked, "I ha

family, I knew the

the roar of a familiar engine. It

hammer of force. I l

ung up on my plea for help

om Carol, reeked faintly of peanu

to erase me; they were ac

ed, I finally spoke to

eady. I accept. Get me out