The Price of My Devotion

To save Ethan, I nearly destroyed my own chances of ever carrying a child.

Eight years of marriage, and he treated me with endless, gentle devotion.

Until I discovered he had built an entirely separate family long ago—he even had a daughter.

On the night of the Miller family’s grand banquet, I prepared two identical gifts for him.

One for the woman he truly loved, and one for himself.

He thought I was still that fragile, sickly wife who couldn't survive without him.

He had no idea that I had already let go.

Ethan, what you owe me is far too heavy for a simple divorce decree to settle.