Leaving the Cheater in the Dust
The quiet simplicity of the village felt like a haven, far removed from the storms of betrayal and heartbreak.
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Stanley returned to find the door wide open. Panic seized him as he rushed inside, calling out for me and the baby.
We were long gone.
Alone in the empty apartment, he sank to the floor, his cries echoing through the hollow space. Over and over, he called my name, his voice breaking into guttural sobs.
Through the security camera feed, I watched it all unfold, my expression cold and unmoved. I had always known he was broken—damaged in ways he couldn't admit. His time in prison had left scars, ones he tried to hide but couldn't escape from.
Hot Chapters