Betrayal's Scars, A New Beginning

heard his keys fumbling at the lock, the heavy thud of the front door swinging open and hitting

move. I just listened to him stumbling through the hallway, bumping into the console table. A

oosened, his shirt untucked. His hair

a goofy grin on his fac

xt to me, to put his arm around me. I shifted away, creating a spac

tered. He lo

is voice thick. "Are you stil

d at him, really looked at him. The handsome face I fell in love

said, my voice even. "I w

rying to process my words

rce." He waved a dismissive hand. "W

a small, flat box. It was from a luxury watch b

verly generous. "I got you s

was enough. A watch. Just like the necklace. He thought he coul

ch is going to fi

mumbled, his eyes starting

still in college, living in a tiny apartment with mismatched

one night, his eyes s

ou everything. A big house, a fast car, all the jewelry

him I didn' t need the

his company from the ground up, and he did it. He ha

he garage. My jewelry box was overflowing with pieces he' d boug

e all the thin

d it with diamonds and gold, but it was still a cage. And while he was out bu

orgotten

ween us, a symbol of everything he thought mattered, and everything he had gotten

he promised to meet me at the courthouse. He broke that promi