I don't know how long I stood there, staring at the closed bedroom door, wondering how I had ended up married to someone so heartless as Marcus Thorne. I could remember so clearly how my family hadn't liked him, not really. My mother had called him "charming but shallow," my father had noted his "expensive tastes and cheap morals," but they had respected my decision because they loved me. Because I had wanted him so desperately. I had believed he would love me until our last breath, just as I loved him. But it wasn't the same. After we had been married for just two years, he started showing me the other side of him, the side that cared more about appearances than reality, more about convenience than commitment. By then, I was pregnant with Lily, and I didn't want to walk away from the marriage. I didn't want to give birth to my child as a divorced single mother. And so I had to stay. For the sake of my child, for the sake of my family, for the sake of the life I thought we were buil
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