My Husband Saved My Life. His Mistress Knew the Script

Three years into our marriage, Julian Whitmore froze my bank cards six times for his childhood sweetheart, Vanessa Lane.

I smashed up seven of his cars.

The last time, he stood at the garage door with Vanessa behind him, shielding her:

"Come back when you've learned to respect her."

I threw my wedding ring in his face and moved out that night.

Two weeks later, the hotel I was staying at caught fire.

Julian ran into the burning building and carried me down seventeen floors on his back.

When the stairs collapsed, he pushed me clear and was buried underneath.