“Once upon a time my marriage was
built on love...
Until it wasn’t.”
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Blurb
I’m a blogger. He’s a
writer.
He was my weakness.
I was his muse.
Once upon a time my marriage was built on love...
Until it wasn’t.
Where had we gone wrong?
I had given up hope…
But then he messaged
me,
And his words
intoxicated me.
Made me believe in love again.
Made me believe in truth.
My imperfect truth…
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Excerpt: Perfect
Truth by Ava Harrison
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
I
stare at my phone then back in the mirror. No
way. It can’t be, can it? My brain counts backward. Four weeks. Nah, no
chance. I was alone four weeks ago. See,
overreacting as usual. Wait…
What was I doing two weeks ago?
A
memory creeps into my brain. Oh, I totally remember what I was doing. My cheeks
flush at the vision now playing out in my head. That was one hell of a
night…and morning…and following afternoon. I vaguely remember champagne, whip
cream and… holy shit, handcuffs? A
loud, boisterous laugh escapes my mouth. Yep, one hell of a night. Could it be? Could I be?
My
heartbeat starts to accelerate, as the reality of the situation hits me head
on. Oh my God. I totally am. It’s only been three months since things have been
good. Are we ready for this? Is he ready? Shit…
Am
I ready?
` My
arm accidentally runs against my chest. Goddamn
that hurts.
Yep, better get ready.
***
My
feet take brisk steps as I make my way to Jules apartment. I don’t think I have
ever walked so fast in my life, my impending fate exciting me to the core.
A
light sweat breaks out across my forehead the closer I get to my destination,
the crisp fall air doing nothing to calm the excitement radiating from my
body. As I approach the building, I nod
my head in a familiar gesture to the doorman and then head over to the
elevator. Once inside I press the floor and wait for the doors to close. My
foot nervously taps until the elevator arrives on Jules floor. Heading down the
hall to her apartment, I knock once before Jules yells for me to come inside.
I’m
greeted by a foul smell permeating through the air when I walk inside her apartment
and my stomach turns over. Why is she
cooking again? I’ve noticed a trend over the last few months. The happier I
become, the more distant Jules appears, her eyes looking more and more hollow
as the days pass. She often seems tired, worn out. Now, the tell-tale signs
that something is amiss hangs in the air, a baking monstrosity gone wrong.
Jules only bakes when she needs to think and, unfortunately, she has been
baking a lot.
“Jules,
where are you?”
“Ava?
What are you doing here?” Her voice is far off, echoing through the hallway
that leads to her bedroom.
“I’m
late,”
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About the Author
Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born
and bred.
When she’s not journaling her life,
you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up
on her couch reading a book.
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