Chloe, My Only Regret

Our marriage was a five-year war, a slow burn of mutual revenge.

I thought he hated me for trapping him, especially after I hid that letter from his college sweetheart, Sarah Jenkins.

He retaliated by bringing other women home, making them use my mug, sit in my chair, their perfume a constant torment he inflicted just to see the pain on my face.

After years of fighting for even a sliver of his attention, I woke up from a nightmare so vivid, so terrifyingly real, it felt like a premonition: a future where he'd force me to sacrifice everything for Sarah, leaving me ruined and discarded.