From Blame to Beloved

I'm going to die soon.

That thought wasn't sad, just a simple fact as I called a late-night radio show, dedicating a song to my husband, Liam.

Liam Hayes, the man who saw me only as a constant reminder of the car crash five years ago, the one that put his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, in a coma and left me severely injured.

He blamed me, never outright, but in every cold glance, every clipped word, every night he spent at her hospital bedside instead of home with me, his wife.

When Chloe miraculously woke, he seized the opportunity, serving me divorce papers right there, in her hospital room, in…