When Our Daughter Died, My Husband Cheated
“I never wanted you or our daughter.”
For five years, I pretended to be in a happy marriage with Andrew Morgan. I left my career to be with this billionaire bachelor to raise a family with him. A family that he never wanted. Of course, I should have known that his heart is still with Eleanor Walsh. Why else would he come chasing after her after she abandoned him for years? I was blind with love, and now my daughter and I are paying the price.
“I need you here with me now,” I said. “Our daughter is in danger.”
“Eleanor and Lottie need me more!” Andrew snapped.
I begged. I cried. None of that mattered to Andrew. Even then, I had hope. I had love.
But all of that changed when I found myself alone, with my dead daughter in my arms.
“You can spend all your time with Eleanor and Lottie,” I spat at him. “We’re going to be divorced soon!”
Andrew caught me by the wrist and stopped me. “You’re not going anywhere. Who said I agreed to the divorce?”