When Love Became a Weapon

My husband, Ethan, meticulously wooed me with fifty rare jazz records, each a cherished promise of our forever.

But then his new assistant, Ava, entered our lives, and his fervent gaze, once exclusively mine, began flickering with a feverish admiration solely for her.

Soon, Ava's name became a relentless hum in our home, eclipsing our shared memories and dreams, culminating in his public neglect and the chilling realization that he was building a new life, deliberately erasing ours.