Abby “I mean your cheating, of course.” Gianna’s words cut through the air, leaving me feeling as though I’ve just been splashed with acid. It’s clear that her words were intended to cut deep, and all the while, Ethan just sits there beside her with a puzzled expression on his face. My e
“A manipulator?” Ethan lets out a chuckle. “Is that truly what you think my girlfriend is?” Karl throws his hands up in exasperation. “Really, brother?” he snarls. “Are you that dense?” There’s a moment of silence, and I feel caught in the middle. I can’t figure out who’s truly at the root o
Abby As we burst out of the restaurant, I feel the chilly night air hit my face, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere we just left behind. “I can’t believe it,” Karl hisses under his breath as he pulls me further and further away from the restaurant. “That lying little…” Karl’s grip
Abby The car ride stretches on in silence, punctuated only by the sound of the car engine humming and the soft sound of classical music coming through the radio. I have to contain a chuckle; some things never change. Karl was always the type to put on piano music and go for a drive when he w
Karl The sun has barely made its morning ascent into the sky by the time I’m pulling into Ethan’s gravel driveway. The tudor-style facades of his mansion catch the golden early morning sunlight, and it’s actually quite beautiful. A row of four stained glass windows on the front of the house, eac
His eyes narrow, and he stands. He looks much taller now that he’s recovered, and he no longer needs his cane. “Whatever you need to say, you can say it in front of my mate.” I sigh, straightening my jacket. “Alright, fine,” I say curtly. “Gianna is manipulating you. She’s a liar and a cheater, an
Abby The morning after the fated dinner, I find myself wandering through the house, my steps aimless as I try to occupy my mind and distract myself from the events of last night. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and I can’t help but replay the argument between K
Abby After watching Karl leave, I feel like I’m still in a state of shock. Karl was never the type to volunteer back when we were married. I can actually remember one specific instance when I volunteered for an event and asked Karl to come along. His response was anything but enthusiastic. He