A Woman Scorned (150 words)
Her heart burned with the rage of a million fires, consuming every memory, every last bit of love she’d had left.
He’d promised her – promised her – eternal devotion. A lifetime of happiness. A bond that could never be severed.
What would he say now, if he could see the havoc she’d wreaked? This path of destruction, fueled by wrath so intense it would scorch the sun?
He never would. She’d made sure of that. Let his ashes smolder in the ruins. Of their bond. Of his betrayal. Of this city.
Never again would a man hold such power over her.
She knew she was catering to the stereotype. Vengeful woman, wronged by man, seeks retribution. So be it.
Daddy issues, they’d said. An unnatural attachment. Whatever. He shouldn’t have remarried; he was hers alone.
Hell hath no fury, they say. But it does have a new daughter.
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Nice! I love the last two lines in particular. 🙂
Thanks so much, Deb!