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eneath. I hadn't given her a second thought, too secure in my seven-year relationship with Gabe, too busy building our empire. I believed our love was an impenetrable fortress, a bond forged in shared d

consuming him. I would often make him dinner, something simple but nourishing, t

signs building, the city lights beginning to sparkle around me. My heart was light. I was bringing Gabe his favorite lasagna. As I approa

used, a strange premonition twisting in my gut. Wha

playfully feeding Gabe a piece of sushi. He leaned back, his eyes twinkling, accepting the morsel with a smile I had never seen before. It wasn' t just a smile; i

arp, searing pain. I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching him devour the sushi, watching

, the lasagna growing colder with every step, just like my heart. I stood outside in the pouring ra

stopped. I walked into his office, the lef

s voice laced with annoyance. "You' re drenched. Did you

complained. "You know, Amelia, sometimes you're a little... clingy," he sai

rd echoed in m

ad proposed months ago, but now, coming from her, they were "brilliant." Gabe ignoring my subtle warnings about Cortney' s ambition, her lack of boundaries. He even allocated a signif

to her manipulations. But a gnawing suspicion began to eat away at me. One night, unable to

espite my best efforts to keep it st

kind of ridiculous question is that, Amelia?" he snapped, his face conto

ce. Only annoyance. He made me feel like I was the problem, I was the crazy one. I stood there, speechless, the accusation hanging hea