A Wife, A Placeholder, A Lie

d. A severe, unexpected allergic reaction. My world reeled as the nurse cried, "We need O-negative blood, now! The blood bank is running l

act, Liam, my husband, praised her as a "selfless hero." But then, I overheard Chloe's voice, cold and sharp, "I had to prick the l

an. We just need to wait a little longer." Chloe whined, "I'm tired of watching her play mother to my s

ery tender touch, every shared laugh – a performance. I wasn't a wife; I was a placeholder. I wasn't a mother; I was a nanny. My sweet Leo,

orate, sinister game. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and