The Marriage I left Behind After My Husband Ruined MeChapter 1

I was in the hospital bed, still weak from the miscarriage, when I saw images of my husband, Brandon, kissing a girl. I thought I was imagining things until I caught him in our own house, tangled in bed with his best friend’s sister, Denise.

“Ssh, Brandon, be gentle will you?” Denise whispered, her voice breathless and teasing. She ran her hands down his back, her nails digging into his skin. “What if she wakes up and then sees us?”

“No, she’s not gonna wake up,” he replied, his voice low and rough. “I knocked her out using the medicine she was drinking,” Brandon said casually, as if he were talking about putting a dog to sleep. “That is why she won’t wake up till morning.”

The world tilted on its axis.

Denise paused, her hands stilling on his shoulders. “You’re still doing that? Maybe that medicine was the reason why she got the miscarriage.”

My hand flew to my mouth. I bit down on my knuckle to stop the scream that was clawing its way up my throat.

Brandon laughed.