Tainted Vows, Deadly Truths

A crisp white envelope, starkly blank save for my name, Ashley Carter, typed neatly, lay on my kitchen counter.

Inside, a single sheet: a confidential lab report. Tiffany Bellweather. HIV Positive.

My heart hammered with a sickening dread as I drove to the new house, the future home Mark and I had planned to fill with our life.

I bypassed the door, stepping in to find him, my fiancé Mark, and his high school flame, Tiff, brazenly entangled on the floor of what was supposed to be our master bedroom.