A Twisted Reunion

Five years apart—did you thrive without me? On our wedding day, he whispered, “Smile, you won.” Our marriage was a hollow deal, a dark abyss. A child became my only hope, yet I had to run. No child belongs where love is a game. I lied, claiming another’s heart. Years later, his voice chilled me: “Was it worth it? You should’ve stayed free.” Turning, I faced him—my past, my mistake. “Now,” he vowed, “you’re mine forever.”