The Echo of a Broken Vow
When the earthquake struck, Pierse Jones instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full brunt of the impact and suffering multiple fractures.
In the hospital room, the girl in the next bed looked at me with envy and said, “Your husband didn’t even care about his own life to save you. He really loves you.”
I forced a smile. “Yeah.”
But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to someone else—his little mistress,
“I’m fine, don’t cry. Be good.”
“As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.”
Pierse and I grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to each other’s first love.
We had been together for ten years, admired by everyone as the perfect couple.
No one knew he had a mistress on the side, a girl who looked just like me when I was eighteen.
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