A Husband's Betrayal

rait. But a single psychiatric assessment le

s. My husband, Grayson Moss, whom I loved with a

I no longer wishe

sked why I no lo

silence, and said, "I let

mirror. My cheekbones were prominent, my face sunken, no longer resemb

yourself up?" As I was lost in thought, a strange w

into her. The hot milk spilled, scalding my hand m

an apology, "I'm sor

knelt down with a thud, "Mrs. Moss, it's all my f

stun

r voice came from outside

ad chased for ten years, loved with all my heart, and who ha

face turned pale, and I couldn't

then said calmly to the kneelin

eft with just

re to look

y, his expression stern, his voice laced with anger, "I didn't expect

e could get angrier,

back, staring

ly get angry, I repeated, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault.

ul act for? Just living comfortabl

ly just living comfortab

e a scene with him. But I was no longer the p

he mental hospital himself. My parents couldn't accept the reality of bankruptcy and tragically took their own lives from the thirtieth floor of the compan

rther and lowered my head in

his eyes, he seemed satisfied with my

len from his grip, but I

e suddenly looked back, "Make a cup of

inking the coffee

a cup of coffee for him every day

a terminal illness, and my

sense of pride and privilege that defined me.

my thoughts and emotions. I looked down on the girls who liked him, always feeling

o me, wanting me to marry Grayson, to form an alliance with the Moss Family

couldn't sleep for nights, always anti

ion ultimately tur