The Silent Vengeance Of A Disowned Daughter
Language: en
The night before my wedding, I decided to play a prank. I dialed Gavin’s number, pretending to be my eighteen-year-old self—a "time-traveling call" from the past. I was full of a girl’s naive hope, my voice trembling with feigned excitement: "Gavin, what’s our life like at twenty-seven? Are we getting married? Are we… are we happy?" There was a long, suffocating silence on the other end. Then came Gavin’s voice, heavy with a weariness that chilled my blood. "Not great," he said. "Jade, I’ve wasted my entire life on you." My breath hitched. "I’m begging you," he continued, his voice…