His Choice Wasn't Me
For years, she had buried that part of her life, never daring to speak of it again.
But Julia’s voice carried no judgment, only genuine interest. Slowly, she lifted her gaze.
“My husband’s name was James,” she began quietly. “He was everything I had. We had a son together — Daniel.” Her eyes grew misty. “But his late brother’s wife, Tiana… she wanted everything I had. She turned my husband against me, lied to him, poisoned him with words.”
Julia’s brows arched slightly, though she said nothing.