Desiree stared at herself in the mirror, running her hand down the gorgeous off-shoulder, v-neck red dress she was wearing. She had no problem admitting that she looked pretty, and she hoped that her husband, Gerald Butler, would feel the same way.Picking up her phone from the bed, she checked for

Winter was Gerald's last girlfriend whom he dated the longest. While they were dating, Winter had always stuck to Gerald like glue, kissing and hugging him at every opportunity. It killed Desiree with jealousy every time she saw them together because she'd silently been in love with Gerald since she

After Winter fell asleep, Gerald spent a few more hours in her hospital room, attempting to work on his laptop. It was fruitless; the little fiasco with Desiree had left his mind messed up.He also probably needed a little sleep since he hadn't slept much recently, but he didn't want to leave Winter

If Gerald knew that he could never love her no matter what, then why did he agree to marry her? Desiree had assumed that the fact that he agreed to marry her meant that deep down, he thought that he could fall in love with her. If she'd known that he'd also been under pressure from his father, she

"Why didn't you tell us, dear?" Desiree's mother asked softly, taking one of Desiree's hands between hers. She sounded hurt because she and Desiree used to share everything."I'm sorry, Mum. It's just that I was ashamed of myself. You and Dad never taught me to force myself on a man or anyone for th