The Throwaway Wife
After I lost the baby, this room remained untouched.
In the corner, I kept a gift I’d bought for them—a pair of tennis bracelets. However, when I opened the drawer, it was empty.
Panic set in. Those bracelets were irreplaceable.
Then, an unsettling thought struck me.
I rushed out of the room, and there it was. Tyler was holding the bracelets.
“Sarah, I don’t want a divorce. Let’s talk this through.”
“What do you want?”
I snapped, my eyes locked on the bracelets. He fiddled with them, knowing he had the upper hand.
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