Bruised and Broken, I Left with no Turning Back

Ninety-nine times, my husband Nathan hadn’t deserved me. Yet I stayed, believing my love could fix him. But the hundredth betrayal broke whatever was left of my devotion.

He had let his mistress, Danica, drive me home, causing the crash that killed our unborn son. I thought I had hit rock bottom, until I heard their voices drifting through the thin hospital partition.

"I killed your baby," Danica sobbed. "I ruined everything. Karylle will kill me!"

"Ssh, stop crying," Nathan soothed her, his voice more tender than it had been with me in years. "It’s not like I wanted the baby.