Cold. Thats all I feel. The air around me is crisp, chilling to the bone. The alley gives no comfort. The dryed up tears in my eyes. Remind me that I am not dead. They fuel the rage I have inside.
I just could not believe it. He betrayed me . Jason Halifax betrayed me. The memory of him and my assistant Jennifer sucking faces was so clear in my head it was like a re-run on repeat.
I lov-adored him. I put up with his bullshit. I was the perfect wife. With a Maters degree framed on our wall doing nothing to please him. I thought I was enough. Not only did he steal from me, he broke me. I plan to break him the same way. He will be the one cowering in the cold seeking comfort in the trash, that I swear. My name is Sahara West . This is my story. The story of a scorned woman wanting revenge.
Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.