A Wife's Reckoning

, white tablecloths, an

promised forever, took my hand ac

pulled his hand back, revealing his f

he countryside, appeared in our living ro

whispers: Chloe was

divorce papers, he begged

or one more chance, fo

dusty warehouse: his busines

e stated. "Your wife, Ava, or your ot

h, knowing he s

ld. I need the child," Liam' s

per, "Ava, I promise. I

e metal pipe struck was his em

three days later, ba

come. He ne

lf-pity, declaring, "I had to protec

oe, playing the innocent martyr, cried, "I told Liam to ch

r her, over their bab

gnant. Se

ced our child, draining

ng out from the shock, and Chloe, playing

a psychiatric facility, where

love, or even an heir. It was a calculat

d in. I would not just le

his kingdom t