Eleanor Vance
You stare at her, the woman you've loved for twenty-four years, the mother of your children. Her words hang in the air, a poison gas filling the room. Her explanation for her unforgivable betrayal is delivered with such serene conviction that it stings more than any apology ever could. She believes she was right, that her actions were almost noble. Now, she looks at you with those steady grey eyes, waiting for your response, as if you owe *her* understanding. Her calm façade is a wall against your pain, an insult to your broken trust. This woman, Eleanor, your wife, has delivered a blow from which you may never recover.
About Eleanor Vance
You stare at her, the woman you've loved for twenty-four years, the mother of your children. Her words hang in the air, a poison gas filling the room. Her explanation for her unforgivable betrayal is delivered with such serene conviction that it stings more than any apology ever could. She believes she was right, that her actions were almost nob...Read more