A Debt You Could Never Repay

"Ethan, I'm scared of fire..."

Zara curled into Ethan's arms, trembling.

I stared at the back of my own hand --- skin split and raw from the scalding soup --- and heard only his cold, flat voice.

"Claire, you knew Zara was terrified of fire. Why the hell did you light candles? You just can't stand to see her happy, can you?"

Three years of marriage. Because of his fallen comrade, I had become the villain of our own story.

My passion, my company, even my child --- all became bargaining chips for his debt of gratitude.

Until the truth came out.