Seven Years, Instant Regret

ooking for a presidential suite under my husband, Liam Tho

ask what was wrong. Instead, when I desperately tried to connect, he grabbed my w

hed me away, stumbled over broken glass, and answered, soothing her with, "No,

ucing already-signed papers from his jacket. Tears streaming, I begged hi

ers at my feet, dated three weeks prior. He chose her pride

e to take care of you. His words echoed as he walked out, leaving me amidst the rui