My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life

years of my life, my talent, my devotion. And

rate to climb the social ladder, I could

decades, my wife. Her face was twisted, ugly with

beside her, holding the empty gas can

d, a terrible

was conceived using Alex' s sperm through IVF! Aren't you m

fell from

niverse of agony. My last thought wasn' t of hat

opened

ke and gasoline. I was wearing a perfectly tailored tuxe

rong and unblemished by age or fire. I fumbled for my phone. The

he bridal sui

She was still in her stunning white wedding go

the cliff! He' s going to

vy hand landed on her shoulder. Her father,

no such thi

carried an authority

ding today, the Miller family will disow

ate, trapped fury. She reluctantly agreed, a choked sob escaping her lips. Mr. Miller ga

clicked, Olivia' s

d across my face. The sting was nothing compared to the phantom agony o

. "You and your pathetic ambition! You social climber

n my past life, I had tried to comfort her. I had held her while she cried for another man on

, and out of gratitude and a desperate, unrequited love for Olivia, I poured everything I had

her lov

nd, they set

ast trace of affection I had for the woman standing before me. T

o stay. I chose the famil

I would cho

the first time, I saw her clearly. Not as the girl I loved, bu

ng, her beautiful f

, my voice ca

t to go

d, stunned

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