The Second Chance Trap

illa filled my lungs, my hands shaking

my wedding dress stained with grime, watching my

ing out from the shock, and I saw

before that catastrophic wedding day, the memory o

as I remembered, still utterly oblivious to

laiming any man I liked would fall for he

vering her tracks as she systematically stole e

trated my downfall, consumed by a rag

ible second chance, only to relive the agon

as her weapon, and this time, I wasn't just