A Husband's Fatal Choice

time to react. I just stood there, frozen, staring u

s. There was only a single, paralyz

grabbed Mei and yanked her away from the danger zone, shieldin

e. His voice was a distant echo as the wor

eways, and I landed hard on the floor, the shockwaves vibrating through my

y, the world came back into focus. I was alive. Unharmed, ex

was breathing, that I wasn't crushed beneath the wreckage. The pan

tal room. The first thing I saw was Mark, sitt

ce devoid of any warmth. "Stop pre

over me. My hand was professionally bandaged no

r..." I began,

vants already confessed. You paid them to l

reeling. It was a lie. A

n by a nurse. She had a small, neat bandage on h

on her. I' m sure she didn' t mean for it to be so... dramatic.

, the benevolent, forgiving saint. And I was the

the blind conviction in his eyes. For the past year, ever since Mei had appeared, he and she had built a narrative around

whatever Mei said it was, whatever st

, so profound it felt like I was drowning. The bitterness rose in my thr