I Smashed His Portal to Her

My husband says the antique mirror in our living room leads to the apocalypse—and that he has another wife there.

He stole my birthday cake for her. Emptied our savings for her. Let me miscarry alone on the floor because she wanted to watch the stars.

When I hemorrhaged, he drained my blood with a needle while our son bit my wrist to hold me still.

""She needs it more. You live in a peaceful world.""

So I picked up a twenty-pound sledgehammer and smashed their precious portal to pieces.

Now they're crawling back—broke, broken, and homeless.