The Betrayal That Broke Me

backdrop to my mother' s shallow breaths. I clung to her frail ha

of nightmare: a photo of my wife, Sarah, draped provocati

king cheap and available, with Jake' s

rah' s eyes closed, her lipstick smeared, and

hrough me: "Wish you were here? Don't

alled Sarah, my voice shaking, begging her

sharp with impatience. "This is Jake's big break. E

" I whispered, disbelief chok

ld her hand? It's not like she ever liked me anyway. I' ll

ords echoing in the suffocating

elivered the news: she was

nstagram notification: "Sarah.Eva

tching my wife celebrate with her lover while m

screaming, "To us! To the win!" as Jake leaned in

y did she treat my mother with

n before our wedding day. And now, I would unearth every