I Died at the Age of Twenty-seven, When I Loved Him the Most

Day 10 of my silent war with Alexander,and he walked through the door with a college girl named Chelsea.

Barely 19,she was delicate like a spring blossom,radiating a vibrancy I once knew.To him,she was the apple of his eye,while I was just a shadow.He let her smash my good luck charm,kill my dog,and even desecrate my brother's grave—all to"teach me a lesson"in his cruel game.

With each betrayal,my heart shattered further.The weight of despair pressed down on me until I finally reached my breaking point.I asked for a divorce,my voice trembling with grief.