For six years, I poured my soul into supporting Ethan, transforming blueprints for my own dreams into the foundation of his.
Then he came home, reeking of another woman' s perfume, and my perfect future shattered.
He mocked my paranoia, shoved me to the floor, and I lost our baby-a secret hope only I knew.
But the real gut punch? Seeing that other woman, Tiffany, wearing my locket, the symbol of our eternal devotion, given to her by my husband.
He later used my deadly seafood allergy against me, watching, with disdain, as I convulsed on the kitchen floor.