Left Behind, Never Looking Back

Ninety-nine times, I let Gabriel fail me as a husband, and ninety-nine times I convinced myself love could still save him. But on the hundredth betrayal, something inside me finally shattered beyond repair.

He let his mistress, Camille, drive me home—an act of negligence that ended in a crash and the death of our unborn child. I thought that was the lowest point of my life, until I heard their voices through the thin hospital curtain.

“I killed your baby,” Camille cried, broken and frantic. “I ruined everything. Marielle is going to kill me.”