Betrayed By Blood
During a mission overseas, I shielded my younger brother from an explosion—only to wake up months later, my body broken, my mind trapped in the void of a coma.
Grateful for my sacrifice, he repaid me by marrying my wife.
When I finally clawed my way back to consciousness and rushed home, I found my son kneeling on the ground, sobbing as his college acceptance letter lay shredded in his fists.
My nephew loomed over him, slamming a steel pipe into his back. "Lick my shoes clean," he sneered.
"Who are you to think you deserve an education?"
And there was my wife clapping in delight, dabbing the sweat from my nephew’s brow like a doting servant.
"You’re just like your deadbeat father," My wife spat. "Born to be my stepping stone."
My eyes bloodshot, I tightened my fists.
Every last one of them would pay for this dearly.