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 b
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