Lock Me Up in the Name of Love
My husband, Zane Wade, was drugged at a cocktail party and ended up sleeping with a female college student who looked almost exactly like me.
I gave him three chances.
The first time, Zane sent the young woman abroad overnight. Then, he knelt outside our home for three days and three nights.
The second time, I ran into him and the college student at the hospital. He was accompanying her for a prenatal check-up.
At the time, Zane hugged me tightly and refused to let me go. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, Raina. She's pregnant, and my mother threatened to commit suicide. I have no choice but to keep the child.
"I swear, once she gives birth, I'll send her away immediately. The child will go to the old family estate. Please, don't leave me…"
But just three days later, because of that same woman, Zane fought me at an auction over my mother's heirlooms. When he saw me raising the bid higher and higher, he immediately went nuclear.
This was the third and final chance I gave him.
I rushed over to confront him, but Zane wasn't worried. He just frowned slightly and calmly said, "Raina, you know very well that Moira is about to give birth. Why do you insist on fighting a pregnant woman? You only need to endure it for another three months. Then, we can go back to how things were."
Upon hearing his words, I almost cried at how ridiculous they sounded.
I finally decided to get a divorce, but Zane actually brought Moira Green home openly and without shame.