His Loss, Her Lasting Love

ike the buildings we drafted. All of it shattered when Mark, my fiancé and pro

ted campaign to erase my contributions at work, culminating in Chloe taking credit fo

belongings-acts I knew she committed-Mark brazenly defended her, painting me as the aggressor. "You' ve

pathy. Leave her there. It's what she deserves." Then Chloe appeared, her face close to mine, venomously whispering, "You should have just stayed broken.

through the air outside, loud and utterly unfamiliar: "I'm lookin