Love Showed Up, Then Left

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas.

Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane.

But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found.

When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania.

In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count…