Ending Our Marriage With Blood

Summary

My husband, Zavier, had a shadow that followed him since childhood—a woman named Bridget. Their relationship was a toxic feedback loop, a never-ending war of wills where neither would ever admit defeat.

Bridget didn’t just play games; she played for blood. Years ago, she set fire to our tent during a camping trip just to sabotage a weekend alone with Zavier. I still carry the jagged, silver scars of those burns on my shoulder. Later, on the day of our seaside wedding, she drove her car straight into the reception.