Blinded By Her Betrayal

oice full of forced enthusiasm. "I know you can't see it, but I want you to feel the space

soul into every blueprint, every calculation. It was supposed to be our sanctuary, the place where we would build our life. The drive t

the gravel path. "Be careful, the landsc

familiar scent hit me. It was Mark's cologne. A sharp,

ped, a little too loudly. "Ma

ping out from the living room. "Wanted to make sure eve

arble of the kitchen island, a piece I had specifically chosen. On its surface, I felt the unmistakable ring of a co

me on the shoulder. "A real shame you can't appreciate the view. I was just

aller window to create a cozier, more intimate feel. He was a

al conviction. She was trying to maintain the illusio

red his voice, leaning closer to my ear, thinking Chloe couldn't hear. "

hung in the air, th

ge. "I'm going to go check on the upstairs bathroom," she

llowed a moment later by Mark's. They weren't going to the bath

ldn't follow them. I couldn't confront them. I was trapped. The silence of the house was soon broken by sounds from upstairs

miliation. Every creak, every muffled sound that drifted down the stairs was a fresh wave of disgust and fury. This wasn't just a b

ng his shirt back into his pants. He walked right up to me, standing so close I could feel the he

't see it, but he wanted me to feel it. It was a silent, arrogant declaration of his victory. He

ing forged into something harder, sharper. This was the final push I neede