The Wild Freedom I Choose
For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance.
For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation.
But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly.
"All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did."
His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned
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