I don't want my husband anymore after he tried to kill our son for the little rose we raised at home

Behind Julian Sterling's back, I arranged for his 'little rose' to study at a prestigious music conservatory in New York. Julian, who everyone always described as a detached ascetic, instantly went berserk. He was convinced I'd deliberately sent away his little rose.

He marooned our five-year-old son, Leo, on a cruise ship heading for the Arctic, demanding I bring Seraphina back. I watched Leo cry in agony on the ship as it sailed further into international waters. Then, Julian's assistant hoisted Leo, his small body dangling precariously outside the railing.