Burn Our Memories To The Ground
Language: en
On the night of our seventh anniversary, I didn’t get a candlelit dinner. I got a call from the precinct. A couple had filed a criminal complaint against my company, claiming our flagship organic line had hospitalized their child with severe food poisoning. When I walked into the station, the world tilted on its axis. Standing there was Dorian—Lydia’s "one who got away," the man who had haunted the periphery of our marriage for years. And standing right beside him, her hand resting protectively on his arm, was my wife, Lydia. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t even have the grace to look…