[True love is seeing the world together] was the headline.
My hands traced the scar on my belly as my tears streamed down my cheeks.
‘So she’s not dead? All this time, she’s just living in France with my own husband?!’
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That day, I cried like I lost my baby again. The scar on my belly ached dully with the rainy weather.
I kept asking myself, ‘How? How the hell did he forget the promise he made to me?’
Once upon a time, he swore, “Even when I die, I’ll never forgive Blaire. I’d even drag her to hell myself!”
I thought that was how much he hated her.
But now? Jokes on me ‘cause apparently, my own husband had been lying to my face for three damn years—for the woman he swore he’d never, ever love!
He actually hid the truth from me that long!
Maybe that was why he didn’t tell me where Blaire was buried. He just spat out, “Her ashes are scattered somewhere. I made sure a criminal like her wouldn’t even be treated like a person!”
I cried for three days straight, and I thought I’d emptied every last tear.
I only had one question left spinning in my head. ‘How does someone suddenly love the person they swore they’d never forgive?’
When Orville came back, he found me curled up silently by the window.