My Husband’s Regret, Not My Problem—Short Story
“If you know what’s good for you, and if you want this beautiful computer of yours to be untouched by the time the sun rises, you’d get your ass to this office in the next twenty minutes, and no later than that.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I ground out, taking my chances, and I instantly regret it because not up to a second later, Gwen goes over to the nearest window, and she smashes it with the baseball bat in her hand. Glass shatters, flying in all directions, and a cold breeze from nowhere shakes me to my core.
My words tangle into a knot, and Gwen cackles.
“You were saying?” Not waiting for my response, her tone goes flat, void of life. “Your time starts now.”
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