anged husband and the rustic young man carrying her child. The gossip followed us like a cloud of smoke, the stares of onlookers paint
, about what happened back there... Brandon is just... emotio
blurred city lights, my silence a wall she couldn't pe
a private resort her family owned. It was a desperate attem
ce yet. He complained of a headache, of nausea.
ck," he whimpered, leaning
thed, stroking his hair. "Just c
been a nervous flyer, and she had held my hand the entire way, whispering, "It's okay, my love. I've got you." Now, that
, talking in low voices about baby names and nursery colors. They looked like a couple.
g to get away. As I turned, my foot caught on the leg of a table, and I stumbled, my
ed out, clut
accusatory. "What are you doing? Are you trying to hurt y
of his lie. Before I could even form a denial, Olivia was th
on is right. This is manipulative an
t of my composure. To be accused of faking my pain, of being a manipulator,
stammered, looking from her fur
ng on the white fabric. But she didn't see it. Or she chose not to. All she
m of heartbreak. I couldn't even find the words to defend myself. What was the point? She had already chosen her truth