heart monitor. I was dying. Cancer had eaten away at my body, a body already broken by years of stress and heartache. My successful

bedside, were the two peop

her makeup was perfect, her designer clothes crisp. She held the hand of

warmth. She was talking about the last of my company shares. "Davi

ments, Billy' s biological father. A lifetime of devotion, of pampering her, of making her the envy o

me, claiming it was for a better investment. That money went straight to David' s gambling debts. I remembered the "accident" that took my mother. A faulty brake line on her car, a c

r face close to mine. "And Billy... look at him. D

in disgust, and Sarah smiling, victorious. My life had been a lie. A complete and

n... I

ng room. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, glinting off the expensive art on the walls. My body felt s

y ten years ago, youthful, beautiful, and filled with a cold resolve

voice sharp and fina

tarting point of my nightmare. But this time, I wasn't the loving, naive husband. I was