The CEO's Secret Affair with My Sister

After I divorced my cheating ex-husband, I moved thirty-three times, and every time, he found me.

He slit his wrists, swallowed sleeping pills, threw himself into a river. He begged me back with his own life on the line.

The last time, he cut open his throat, and his blood sprayed across my face.

When he came out of the ICU, he still gripped my wrist so hard it hurt, eyes red, begging to remarry me.

That time, I finally softened.

He wept with joy, and after we remarried, he gave me every reassurance I could ask for.