The Scent of Betrayal, A New Path

y crafted illusion of love and partnership, seal

that perfect scent, our sce

it as "too strong," and I, a fool

orn hoodie in our laundry room, reeking

n' s. He' s that new intern I' m m

hadn' t seen in years, the word she used- "nurtur

publicly, thinking our

rutally

pre-nuptial agreement, then surgically sabotag

e monstrosity: she kidnapped my kind, lovin

e divorce papers, sign away ev

ign

oded. "A gas leak," the police

office building, ready to

t streaming through the

was the day I first hea

love or reconciliation.

no confrontation. This tim

o save the only pe

ly. I need you and Mom to pack a bag. I' m booking you a flight. I wan