After Loving Him, I Learned to Love Myself

To make me happy, Tristan Thompson spent a fortune buying an island and named it after me—Bianca Skinner, declaring to the world that I was the woman he loved the most.

But on our fifth anniversary, when he walked into the bedroom, beaming, he found my wedding ring sitting alone on the table, alongside a torn-in-a-half photo of us.

Tristan panicked, and he used every means to search for me, but I had vanished without a trace.

Three years later, Tristan went to Germany for a business project and caught sight of me.