Tainted love
The ring that had once represented our love was now contaminated by another woman’s memory. I rose up, the weight of treachery bearing down on me. As rage, despair, and confusion flooded through me, the room appeared to whirl. I held the ring, a distorted symbol. My legs felt weak, but I needed to remain strong. Facing this treachery was the most difficult thing I had ever done.
Tainted Love
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Pulling away
John stretched out, hoping to offer some comfort, but I backed away, unable to endure his touch. Forty years of trust were shattered in one instant. “Don’t touch me,” I said softly, my voice breaking. The man I thought I knew had been keeping a huge secret, and now everything in our shared life felt like a lie. I needed space to contemplate.
Pulling Away
