Never Beg Fire from Stubborn Stone

In the fifth year of our marriage, my husband, Zachary Hayes, decided to cut a piece of skin from his own thigh to save his first love's mother.

He summoned me to the hospital, forcing me to sign the surgery consent form.

"For the past five years, I've given you the status of Mrs. Hayes. Now, it's time for you to be of use."

I signed the paper and walked away without looking back.

After all, the limited-edition handbag he gave me was just something his first love didn't want. And when he spent Christmas Eve with me, the only person on his mind was her.