When Love Became Cruelty

For five years, I chased Marcus Thorne' s ghost.

My husband, a test pilot, vanished, but I refused to believe he was gone.

I sold my house, exhausted my savings, working endless shifts to fund my search.

My last treasure, my father' s telescope, was pawned for a gala ticket-a chance at closure.

At that glittering event, I saw him.

Marcus. Alive.

He smirked beside my stepsister, Izzy Vance.

"She actually did it, Marcus! Pathetic," Izzy scoffed, revealing their cruel prank.

His eyes, tender for Izzy but ice-cold for me, confirmed his betrayal.