Scarred Hearts

Scarred Hearts

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He says I chose him. I don't remember why. The last thing I expected after waking up from a nine-month-long coma was a man attached to my side, claiming to be my husband. But there he was. Calm, infuriatingly composed, so sure of himself, and dangerously good at making me believe we were something real. All I have are vague pieces of a night I can't forget and a man I'm not sure I can trust. Maybe he's my ruin. Maybe he's my salvation. Either way, he claims I'm his forever. *** She doesn't remember the night she chose me. One impulsive night in Vegas tied us together forever. One I could never forget. Now she looks at me like I'm a stranger. Maybe I am. The smartest, most selfless thing to do would be letting her go, letting her find her way back to me, but I'm not as selfless. I'm as selfish as they come, and this time, I wasn't letting her slip through my fingers; not to fate, not to fear, and not even to death. This time, I was going to take her heart, too.
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Seraphina Calloway always believed she would recognize betrayal if it ever came near her marriage. She imagined it loud. Obvious. Unforgivable. She never imagined it would look like this. Like her husband smiling at another woman the way he used to smile at her. Like late-night messages that weren't inappropriate - just intimate. Like emotional comfort slowly being outsourced. And she definitely never imagined standing outside a glass office in downtown Los Angeles... Watching her husband hesitate before pulling away from another woman's lips. The kiss wasn't hungry. It wasn't desperate. It was worse. It was familiar. And in that single second - She realized she had already been replaced emotionally long before that moment happened. She didn't scream. She didn't storm in. She simply turned... And walked away from the life she thought was unbreakable.

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