The room spun as I lay there, the world fading into a blur of pain and betrayal. It was as if time had slowed, each second stretching into eternity. My mind screamed for help, but my voice was a feeble whisper, lost in the chaos of the room around me. Tom stood, his face ashen, torn between his family and the woman he had vowed to protect. But in that moment, he was no longer my husband; he was a stranger, complicit in their cruelty.
Margaret barked orders, her voice slicing through the haze of my agony. “Tom, get the ticket. Now!” Her words were sharp, each syllable a dagger driven into the remnants of my trust. His hesitation was brief. He reached for the purse, his hands trembling as he pulled the ticket free. “I’m sorry, Elena,” he muttered, his eyes avoiding mine.
The betrayal was complete. My heart ached with a pain that rivaled the physical agony coursing through my body. I watched as he handed the ticket to his mother, sealing the bond of their unholy alliance. My vision blurred, tears mingling with the blood on the floor. In that moment, I felt utterly alone.
