My Wife, The Queen of Fear

My wife, Victoria, laughed too brightly with Julian Thorne, her hand lingering on his arm, a public display of the affair I'd endured for months.

My father’s company was gone, my mother frail from a stroke, and Victoria’s funding kept her alive.

I was just her husband, a ghost.

Then, impulsively outbidding Julian for a priceless patent sparked her cold fury.

She drove me to a derelict warehouse, revealing my sick mother’s hospital bed precariously close to a sheer drop.

"Give Julian the patent," she hissed, "or Sarah will have a terrible accident."

My heart hammered, knowing she'd do it.