When Betrayal Burns: A Husband's Revenge

d up my arms, into my chest, until my whole body was shaking. A cold sweat slick

r a promotion? She would sell her own brother' s happiness, his marriage, his life, for a better titl

akers distorted, blasting some pop song I didn't recognize. The noise did nothing to dro

d the pain in my throat was so sharp I almost choked. The simple act of swallowing felt imp

They had played me for a fool. They had laughed at my trust, my love. They had stood

his dignity. They had tried to take mine. I was going to take it ba

oked different as I pulled into the driveway.

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ossed. "We called you like

Disgust rose in my throat. "I' m fine," I said, m

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ce dangerously quiet. "This is t

s hard as I could against the wall. It

ce, then I smashed it on the floor. The glass shattered. The sound was loud and satisfying in t