My Husband's Mistress Blames Me for Her Sister's Death

The year I felt most unloved, Benjamin Carter tattooed my favorite rose on his chest.

He promised me, “Love will never be my shackle.”

Three years ago, I gave up my career and married him for love.

Three years later, I decided to leave him behind.

I looked at the tattoo on his chest, now distorted, and remembered the moment he kicked my seven-month-pregnant belly.

Taking a deep breath, I finally spoke the words: “Let’s divorce.”

Benjamin frowned, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Amelia, you want to divorce me over a tattoo?”