Lost Love, Bitter Victory

t was the perfect life, a vibrant canvas

ined infertility, a result of an accident years ago-my

IVF treatments we endured, believing we we

with maternal pride, kneeling before a three-year-old boy who was undeni

as all a monstrous, suffocating lie, a

eption, so I planned my escape, a desperate attem

egan, quiet and anonymous, painted

g with the salt on the wind, a ghost with hau

te, having lost everything-her child, her lov

price for her lies, unaware that the real architec

stranger forged in betrayal, ready