Ten Years of Lies,That Broke Me A Dying Wife's Revenge

The slim figure darted into the attached lounge before I could reach her. I tried to follow, but Lionel caught me around the waist and pulled me down onto the couch. He sat behind me, one hand pinching the bridge of my nose while the other carefully wiped the blood from my face. Close as we were, I could smell another woman on his fingertips. "Moira, I'm sorry. I lost my temper. But you shouldn't talk to a woman like that." "Go home and be good. Leave her alone, and I won't let any of this touch you." He murmured the promise in the same gentle tone he'd used the day he married me ten years ago. Only back then, the words were different: "Moira, I'll be faithful to you. Always." So this was where Lionel's "always" ended. My stomach lurched violently and the nosebleed surged back, soaking his white coat red in seconds. Something close to concern flickered in his eyes. He grabbed a fistful of tissues and pressed them against my nostrils. I watched his hands work, then smiled a thin, ruined smile. "Couldn't you two have waited until I was dead?" Lionel's expression went blank. I pulled free of his arms, walked to the door, and picked up the medical report crumpled with shoe prints. I held it out to him. He was about to take it. The lounge door opened from inside. "Dr. Dickerson, you tore my clothes..." The voice was syrupy, with a lilt I recognized. I turned around and every drop of blood in my body went cold. The report slipped from my fingers and drifted to the floor. Fay Simmons stood there wearing Lionel's dress shirt, the hem barely reaching her upper thighs. Lionel's gaze dropped to the skin the fabric couldn't cover. Mine locked on Fay's face. Of all people, this was who Lionel had been protecting. Fay greeted me as if nothing were wrong. "Hey there, Moira! Long time no see!" My teeth chattered beyond my control. My voice came out scraped raw. "Why? Why her?!" The fury I'd been choking down erupted. I seized Lionel's collar and shoved my face into his. "She spread those fake videos of me. She got me expelled. Did you forget all of that?" Lionel wrenched free and slammed me back onto the couch. His voice cracked into a snarl. "Enough, Moira! Are you going to hold that petty crap over everyone's heads for the rest of your life? Fay was only eighteen. And let's not pretend you weren't the one throwing yourself at her boyfriend first!" A ringing filled my ears. For what felt like minutes I watched Lionel's lips move without hearing a single word. He'd forgotten. I'd only been nineteen that year. I never threw myself at Fay's boyfriend. I was just a pawn in their game. Fay launched her vendetta because her boyfriend glanced at me once in the dining hall. She hired a hacker to deepfake a video of me and my professor, then spread it across the university forums. I was forced out of school. My professor, a man with a spotless reputation his entire life, jumped from the faculty building. And Fay Simmons, the one who destroyed us both, walked free on her father's money and connections. Now she was tugging at Lionel's sleeve, smiling like a child. "Don't fight with Moira because of me. If she needs to vent, let her. I don't mind!" "Fine, let's say it was all my fault. Moira, I'm sorry. I really am!" Fay dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbed my hand, and lifted it toward her own cheek. The instant before the slap could land, Lionel caught my wrist. His grip was so tight I felt my bones grind together. "Moira Swanson, how did I end up with a wife this petty and vindictive?" "Fay is on her knees for you. What more do you want? You want her to die for your dead lover?" I stared at Lionel, eyes wide, unable to believe what had just come out of his mouth. "Lionel! He was your professor too!"

Lionel shook my hand off and turned his back to me. A long silence passed before he spoke. "Where there's smoke, there's fire. You and him were probably sleeping together!" Rage churned in my chest, burning so hot my throat seized. Then the familiar pain ripped through my stomach, sharp as a blade. I doubled over, retching, but nothing came up except bile. Lionel's hand moved toward my back. Fay's voice cut him short. She picked up the report I'd dropped. "So it really was you who asked my friend to fake a medical record!" Lionel took the report from her. Moira Swanson, followed by the words confirmed: stomach cancer. His eyes flinched. He turned to Fay, his expression stone-cold. "What are you talking about?" Fay glanced at me with a look of rehearsed reluctance. "The doctor is a friend of mine from school. She told me someone named Moira Swanson came in today asking her to fabricate a diagnosis. I assumed it was just someone with the same name, but..." "Dr. Dickerson, please don't be angry. She probably just wanted your attention!" With every word out of Fay's mouth, Lionel's face darkened another shade. His hand closed around my throat. "Moira Swanson. You faked a cancer diagnosis just to drag me home?" His grip tightened until my face turned purple, and only then did he fling me aside. I collapsed on the floor, gasping, swallowing air in desperate gulps. Lionel stood over me, looking down with a cold sneer. "Fine. I'll go home tonight, just like you wanted." "And you. Stay here and think about what you've done." He confiscated my phone and dragged me into the break room. The cramped space still reeked of what he and Fay had done in there. I choked back the acid rising in my throat and begged. "Lionel, don't leave me in here. You know I have—" I grabbed the leg of his pants. He kicked me off. "Claustrophobia. Yeah." "You played me, Moira. This is your punishment." "Lionel, I didn't lie to you. I really do have stomach cancer!" I scrambled toward the door on my hands and knees. He'd already locked it and walked away with Fay on his arm. Half a minute later, someone cut the power on his orders. The entire building went black. I held on by the sliver of moonlight leaking through the window, barely lasting until the small hours. Then the wind picked up outside. Branches clawed at the glass. Thunder cracked overhead. A bolt of lightning split the sky and snapped something inside me. One command pounded through my skull: run. Get out. I clawed at the door seam with my fingernails. I slammed my head against the door. All night long. When Lionel opened the door in the morning, I was still repeating the motion, mechanical, empty. "Moira. Have you learned your lesson?" He tilted my chin up. His eyes were threaded with red. And in those pupils I saw myself: skull cracked open, blood matting my hair, wrecked beyond recognition. "Don't ever bring up college again. Fay's career is just getting started. If you ruin her, I will ruin you." "Remember: she is nothing like you." I stared at the disgust in his eyes and laughed. A thin, hollow sound. Lionel must have forgotten. I really was nothing like Fay. Fay had barely scraped past the admission cutoff. I was the department's star candidate. And Fay destroyed all of it. When every appeal was denied, I took a scalpel and went looking for her. Lionel stopped me. His eyes were bloodshot, and he held me with a stubbornness that wouldn't let go. "Moira, don't do this! You can't throw away your life over someone that worthless!" "Give me a chance. I'll fulfill your dream of medicine for you." He proposed to me right there in front of the entire school, ignoring the laughter and the whispers. And I drowned in his promise.

I was nineteen when I followed him. Married at twenty. By twenty-one, I was up before dawn and collapsing after midnight, caring for his paralyzed parents. Ten years. The Lionel from ten years ago slowly merged with the accomplished Director Dickerson standing before me now. I pulled myself back to the present, stone-faced, and shoved away the hand Lionel extended to help me. I pressed my palms flat against the floor and forced myself upright, then walked out one slow, agonizing step at a time. I stopped at the office door and looked back, saying goodbye to the Lionel from ten years ago. I dragged my battered body home. The moment I stepped through the door, my father-in-law's voice hit me like a wall: "I knew a worthless thing like you was nothing but trouble! How dare you stay out all night? Where the hell did you crawl off to?!" "Your mother-in-law soiled herself! It reeks in here. Get in there and clean her up!" "You can't help Lionel with his career, fine. But you can't even handle the house? Are you trying to drain him dry?" I pushed open the door to my in-laws' room. The stench hit me full in the face. I covered my nose and mouth and stood in silence, staring at the two of them on the bed. Not even a full minute passed. The composure my mother-in-law had been forcing crumbled. She cried and begged me to bathe her. No one noticed the wounds covering my body. Ten years of devotion hadn't earned me a single shred of genuine concern. "Don't worry. I won't be draining your precious Lionel." I didn't rush around tending to the two of them the way I always had. I shut their door and walked to the master bedroom. I opened the door. Fay Simmons was lying in my bed, wearing my pajamas. She rolled over to face me when she heard the door. Hickeys covered every inch of exposed skin. Proof of just how deeply Lionel loved her. Fay squinted at me, smiling. "Oh, Moira, I'm so sorry. Dr. Dickerson was all over me last night. I just couldn't..." My gaze followed hers across the vanity, the floor-to-ceiling window, the full-length mirror. Stains everywhere. I hadn't eaten in too long. My stomach felt like it had been fed through a blender, crushed beyond recognition. Nausea surged up in a wave. I clamped my hand over my mouth and bright red blood seeped through my fingers. Fay called out to me, her voice syrup-sweet. "Moira, you look like you're about to die." I swallowed the taste of iron and lunged at her. I ripped the covers back and dragged her off the bed. "Get out! Get out of my house!" Fay picked herself up off the floor, folded her arms, and looked at me with a mocking curl at the corner of her lips. "Your house?" "You sure this is your house? That your man is your man?" "Moira, you have no idea. Lionel only married you because of me!" I stared at her, frozen. The rotting mess inside my abdomen seized again at her words, the pain so blinding I nearly blacked out. "Want to know why you got expelled? Lionel was my witness. He told the university board he saw you and your professor together in that classroom with his own eyes!" "He was afraid you'd come after me, so he married you to keep you under surveillance. Every move you made, controlled!" "That love you were so proud of? It was just his entry ticket to stay in my good graces!" "He also said someone like you doesn't deserve to be a doctor. That you were born to serve. So he had you wait on his parents hand and foot, cleaning up their filth..." Rage swallowed every last scrap of reason. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and swung at her face. But my body had nothing left. Even with everything I had, my hand barely grazed her cheek. She kept talking. She told me about the baby I'd lost. How Lionel had slipped something into my soup. She told me that in Lionel's mind, only Fay Simmons was fit to be the mother of his children. I went still. My hand drifted down to the scar on my stomach. She had been a girl. Five months along. Lionel had been just as excited as I was. We'd set up the nursery together. He'd even hand-washed the baby's clothes himself, one piece at a time. The night I was rushed to the hospital, he held me and shook with sobs. He was clearly devastated, but he forced himself to stay strong for me. "We'll have another baby. We will." We clung to each other in that hospital room and wept. Late into the night, in that dim ward, we suffered together. Fay watched me break down, and the look on her face was pure, undisguised triumph. She pulled my hand onto the swell of her belly and laughed, open and shameless. "Everything you begged for and couldn't have, I got without even trying." I crumpled to the floor, too weak to stand. I couldn't tell if the pain was my heart or my stomach. Fay pressed the toe of her shoe into my kneecap and sneered. "Moira, you're even more pathetic than I imagined." I glared up at her. Slowly, the smugness in her eyes gave way to fear. I lunged to my feet, locked my hand around her throat, and drove her backward until she was bent over the windowsill, half her body dangling outside. "No! Please, don't hurt me and Dr. Dickerson's baby!" I shoved her head lower and screamed. "You were so cocky a second ago! What happened? Afraid to die now? A piece of trash like you doesn't deserve to be a mother! Go to hell!" Fay shook her head, wailing. Rage had blinded me. I missed the cunning hiding beneath her terror. By the time I came back to myself, I was already over the windowsill, falling. The impact. My body slammed into the ground. Warmth seeped out of me, bit by bit. Lionel shoved Fay out of his arms and threw himself toward the window. His voice tore out of him. "No!"