You're like a galaxy, I'm like dust
Language: en
My husband and son? They were both deeply, toxically possessive. They loved to test the limits of my affection, pushing me away, acting cold. They even hired Seraphina, showering her with fake adoration, just to watch me crumble with jealousy and pain. Each time they saw the hurt in my eyes, they’d secretly tremble with perverse delight, a sick thrill running through their fingertips. I knew their game, but I never called them out. I just silently played along in their absurd charade. Until that day, when Seraphina and I were both caught in an accident and rushed to the emergency…