Doomsday: Betrayed by My Wife for Her First Love

I watched as Edmund and Savannah exchanged coy glances and suggestive looks in that cramped room. A storm of grief and fury roared inside me.

I tried with everything I had to tear myself away from this suffocating scene, but some invisible tether yanked me back, chaining my soul to Savannah's side.

Just then, a phone rang. Savannah's face twisted with annoyance. She answered and snapped, "I'm at Ed's place now. Make it quick!"

There was a long silence on the other end. She was about to hang up impatiently when a voice, low and shaking with barely-contained rage, finally came through. "Savannah, Chase is dead. How can you still be in the mood to be with another man?"

It was Sean Tate, my teammate.

Savannah rolled her eyes. "Tell Chase to quit the theatrics. Does he really think I'll fall for this? All I did was give one of his special abilities to Ed. Is he petty enough to make up lies like this to fool me?"

Sean's voice abruptly grew louder as he asked incredulously, "What? You're the one who stripped Chase's special ability?"

Savannah replied indifferently, "Yeah. He has so many. One less won't kill him."

Sean roared, "Do you have any idea that losing a special ability can kill us? We can't afford to lose even one! Chase was your husband! He treated you like you were a queen. How can you be this heartless?"

Savannah snorted. "Stop lying to me. Tell Chase that I'm not coming home tonight."

She ended the call without another word.

Edmund slipped an arm around her waist, putting on a show of concern as he said, "Sav, I think Chase is mad. Should I go apologize to him?"

She shook her head, sounding completely indifferent toward me. "Don't bother. This is something he should've done. Why should he get to hoard all those special abilities? I only took one—that's already showing him respect."

How could she make the things she'd done sound so matter-of-fact? She didn't feel even the slightest bit of guilt toward me.

Then again, it made sense. She never cared about me in the first place. To her, I was just a fool on a leash. She could summon me when I was useful and dismiss me when I was inconvenient.

All the sacrifices I'd made for her were just jokes to her. Everything I had was hers to give away to please Edmund. Even my life meant nothing to her.