The End of Us: Eight Years of Lies

Eight years of marriage, eight years of biting my tongue, bending over backward to please the Albrights.

All I wanted was to salvage this marriage of convenience.

But it wasn't until an unexpected pregnancy that Daniel's family even bothered to give me a proper wedding.

I foolishly believed that with a child on the way, Daniel would finally settle down.

Yet here he was, right now, wrapped around Serena, kissing her with an intensity that made my stomach churn.

My jaw clenched so hard it ached, my heart a raw, throbbing mess in my chest.