MY HUSBAND HAD ME SENT TO PRISON OVER HIS MISTRESS’S MISCARRIAGE — TWO YEARS LATER, I WALKED FREE AND LOCKED DOWN EVERY DOLLAR HE TOOK

beneath the evening lights. Somewhere in that city, Marcus was probably choosing wine for his engagement party.

“You know what he said to me in the cell?” you asked.

Celeste remained silent.

“He said Vivian was easier to love.”

Noah looked away.

A faint smile touched your lips, though there was no warmth in it.

“He was right. She was easier. Because she continue reading …