She Caught Him Cheating and Accidentally Woke a Generational Blood Curse
Lena Harwood lived a life that seemed unshakable. To neighbors, she was patient, trimming roses with steady hands. Richard believed her calm was endless. She never raised her voice, never slammed doors, never gave away the storms inside her mind.
Yet on a Tuesday afternoon, something buried deep began to move. Richard came home late, humming softly, a smirk still on his lips. The spoon in Lena’s hand struck porcelain too hard. Her voice came out low, sharp. “Do you think I’m stupid?” His shrug cut through her chest like a blade. A sound older than anger rose within her. Glass shattered, tiles cracked, and Richard backed away, stunned.
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