Dealing with Mr fucking right.
I walked in on my husband fucking another woman on my dresser.
He didn't even notice me standing there.
Four years of marriage, two years without being touched and a thousand small cruelties that I swallowed because I thought being his wife was better than being alone.
Turns out, he was already planning to throw me away. He just wanted to do it on his terms, after he'd finished destroying whatever was left of me.
Then I met Cameron Tucker.
He's patient, kind and looks at me like I'm the only woman in the room. When I finally broke down and asked him to remind me what it felt like to be wanted, he didn't hesitate.
Now my husband wants me back.
He's following and watching me. He already put Cameron in the hospital once, and he's not done yet.
They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
They haven't met a man who has everything to lose.