finest china, candles flickering, casting long shadows on the walls. Mark was th

a roiling disgust in the pit of my stomach. This was the man who held a piece of me inside

eces, wiping their mouths with a napkin. She laughed and chatted, playing the role of the happy wife a

, watched me with an unnerving, calculating intelligence in their eyes. They

e strained silence. He pointed his fork at me. "Momm

rect hit, a calculated jab. I looked at Sarah, but she just gave a

, as another weapon against me. I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just c

n the counter, next to the sink, was a silver-plated pillbox, engraved with the initial

It was a prescription receipt. The name on it was Mark, but

trying to stop his from rejecting. The violation felt so profound, so intim

and on Mark's arm. Her touch was proprietary, intimate. She leaned in and whi

apped up in their own drama, their own shared history and secrets, that I was j

he heartbreak was gone, replaced by something hard and sharp. I looked at Sarah, at her beautiful,

would not just leave. I would dismantle her world, piece by piece, just