Love for Her, Pain for Me​

Summary

Seeing the scar on my husband’s secretary’s wrist as she served me tea shattered her world.

That night, her depression returned; she tried to kill herself again.

My husband’s eyes were bloodshot, his hands around my throat. “Evelyn was finally hoping again,” he snarled. “Why trigger her?”

On the rooftop edge, Evelyn whispered, “It’s not Annie’s fault… I remembered the pain. I can’t bear it.”

As she swayed, my husband lunged—not for her, but at me. He forced a device onto my head.

My mind broke.

Countless leering faces swarmed me, hands tearing at my clothes, crawling on my skin.