I woke up in a hospital bed after an ac:cident, my leg shattered, my whole body aching. Then my husband walked in – hand in hand with his mistress.

demanded. “To finish the job?”

His expression hardened slightly.

“That’s not fair.”

“No?” My voice cracked. “I almost died, Ethan.”

The reality of that finally hit me fully as I said it aloud.

I almost died believing I was loved.

And somehow that realization hurt more than my injuries.

He looked away first.

That tiny act told me everything.

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