Married To The Stranger In The Dark

te

, and I wiped down the gleaming counter of "Sweet Kate's" for the

was perfe

orange of my fiancé's team. The Chicago Raptors. It wasn't just a cake. It was his three years of scraped-t

at of my beat-up sedan, the engine groanin

ege bar. His cocky grin. The way he promised me the world. Watching him go from a nobody on the university team t

ow called home, a perk of his new contract. My h

s apartment

g music, not hearing the chime. A smil

one on a keychain shaped like a tiny h

urp

ensive perfume hit my nostrils.

oming from under the bedroom door. The cake box in my

he bedroom. A woman's

new as well

d. My breath hit

o

floor. Each step was a lifetime. The heavy box was a le

last, shudd

d the bedro

to stop in t

ncé Josh. Her blonde hair was a messy halo around h

ng toward me like two rats cau

ped from my

sound of three years of love and hope and pr

f him, fumbling with the bedsheets to c

led around her waist, a lazy, triumphant smirk playing on her lips. Her gaze slowly swept over the

erything else. I saw the glass of water on the nightstand next to Judy's discarded dr

med on his skin, and blood began to trickle down his face. He c

om fear. It was from the raw

her designer silk robe draped over a chair, now spattered with a few drops of his bl

been terrifying, because for a second, she flinched. "Stay

vator; I ran down the emergency stairs, their arguing echoing behind me. After throwing m

rs. A fuc

oing to run. I wasn't going to let them win. My fingers, white-knuckled, typed out

, he emerged, pulling a hoodie over

rd my car, and I felt n