He Played Poor To Chase Her, I Made Him Poor for Real
Adrian Vance and I had been secretly married for ten years, and I had always been his perfect wife.
He was the president of a hospital. But lately he'd fallen in love with playing broke.
I asked him to pick up blackberries; he came home with bananas and a sad little story about money.
I needed a ride to my own surgery; he drove me there rattling along in a beat-up van, because the van fit the part.
And when our daughter was dying and the one person who could save her was him, he looked a stranger in the eye and swore he was nobody, just an assistant, certainly not the hospital's president.
That was the moment it finally landed.
He hadn't drifted into an affair on a whim. He had chosen, with his whole heart, to walk away from his wife and his child.
Fine. I'd take our daughter and clear the way for his great love.