The Pink Car of Betrayal

My husband unveiled a custom pink car on live TV, calling it a "tribute to our love."

The internet hailed him as the perfect man.

But I knew the truth.

That car was the exact place he cheated on me with his VP, Keri.

And the lipstick stain on the passenger seat wasn't mine.

He thought I was at home, waiting to celebrate his success.

Instead, I was at a clinic, signing a waiver to surgically remove my memories.

I aborted the child he desperately wanted.

I smashed the jade locket he claimed bound our souls together.