My Betrayal, My Second Chance

the flatlining heart monitor. My wife, Ava, wasn't there; s

a rival, lunged at me with a knife. Ava, my bodyguar

yzed, yet I married her, giving her everything-my fortun

k statements showing her funneling my money to him. Her last diary entry: "Ben

rld turned black. Then, a voic

I chose my wife. Ava stood there, cool and distant, an ice queen I had spent

Ava, past her confident smirk, and my eyes landed on Chloe

ed, ringing with final