A Throne Without a Memory
I caught him red-handed, plotting to fake amnesia to trick me, and I overheard Sebastian spill the beans about the so-called blissful marriage I was so proud of, which was nothing more than a house of cards.
"Her love, it's suffocating," he said.
"Marrying's marrying, but with her, I get more bang for my buck.
"She's out there hustling, and I'm kicking back at home with a cigar, having a little fun on the side.
"She's got chops, and she's a real sweetheart, clueless and bends over backward for me. Marrying her? All pros, no cons."
Their words hit me like a ton of bricks, praise laced with scorn, sending a chill through my heart and weighing down my legs like they were made of lead.