Foolish Devotion, Mere Illusion

Summary

The day I discovered my husband had a secret three-year-old son, I rigged the gas main in our villa. I intended to light a match the moment he walked through the door and take us both to hell.

But that night, Neo didn't come home. Instead, for the first time, I felt the baby kick.

In that split second, the desire to die vanished.

I took the most expensive car in the garage, drove to the edge of the property, and triggered the explosion remotely.

Bathed in the orange glow of the flames, I drove straight to the airport.