Betrayal's Ashes: A Love Destroyed

The terminal air was thick with the smell of my ruined life. My family archives, centuries of our legacy, were buried under a rich man' s playground, reduced to landfill by my own wife, Chloe.

Then my phone buzzed, showing a picture of Chloe, beaming, beside her first love, Liam, in a hospital bed. The headline screamed about a "groundbreaking transplant." They didn't mention the tissue came from our seven-month-old, unborn son, induced early, sacrificed "for Liam."

Chloe' s words, cold as ice, still haunted me while I tried to process that our son "never had a chance."