Love Showed Up, Then Left
The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas.
Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane.
But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found.
When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania.
In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him.
And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child.
Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary.
"Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?"
"Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."