I trusted her with my mother’s final days. She used them to steal my husband.
He cheated with the hospice nurse.
I spotted my husband at a neighborhood festival when he’s supposed to be out of town. His hand is resting on the pregnant belly of the woman who cared for my dying mother.
Ellora Voight held my mother’s hand. She adjusted her morphine. She hugged me at the funeral.
All while building a relationship with my husband.
The deeper I dig, the worse it gets.
A secret apartment. Two years of lies. Nearly seventy thousand dollars spent on another life. A nursery he’d been building with another woman while telling me we should wait to have children.
They didn’t just destroy my marriage. They poisoned some of the last memories I’ll ever have of my mother.
There’s no excuse for that. I’ll expose every lie. I’ll make them answer for every betrayal, and I’ll make sure the lives they built together come crashing down around them.
While they’re losing everything they built with lies, I’m building something honest with my business partner, the man who never once let me face any of it alone.
