The Shattered Wife's Ascent

our fifth anniversary. He announced, with a theatrical wink, that the two re

his hand going straight for a specific spot, and pulled out a

lly ran to him, her red nails lingering on his arm after an embrace that lasted far too long. I stood frozen, the silent partner, the

le, punished me. He canceled my trip and ordered me to fix "my department's mistake" over the weekend, all while comforting Emily

avid nonchalantly explained it was for a client, "to seal a deal." Hours later, I found his phone, a notification for "E's final dress fitting tomorrow" on the scree

life I poured my soul into, stolen and given to someone else. I was ready to vanish, a ghost in my own life. But the rage that simmered b