Betrayal hurts most when it comes from the one you trusted to stand beside you in sickness and in health. But sometimes, what feels like an ending is really the first step toward freedom—and strength.
The private hospital room was silent except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Harley, still pale from thyroid surgery, blinked weakly as the anesthesia wore off. Standing at her bedside was her husband, Mark, clutching a stack of documents.
The Cold Betrayal
— “You’re up? Good. Sign this.”
His tone carried no trace of sympathy. Confused, her throat raw, Harley asked softly:
— “What is that… what kind of document?”
Mark slid the papers toward her.
— “Divorce forms. Everything’s prepared. You just need to sign.”
Her chest tightened as disbelief flooded her.
— “Is this… some kind of sick joke?”
But Mark’s voice was firm, almost casual.
— “I’m serious. I can’t live with someone weak anymore. …
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