His Regret, Her Rebirth

Seven years. That's how long I’d been trapped in a marriage where 'we' felt like a generous lie.

My husband, Ethan, barely spoke to me, his eyes always on Chloe and his burgeoning career, never on me.

Just weeks before the end, in a rare moment of cruelty, he looked me dead in the eye and said, 'I regret being with you. I never wanted kids with you.'

Those cutting words echoed as the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal filled the air, and then, nothing.

Thanksgiving dinner with the man who’d emotionally neglected me for years, his true affections always reserved for Chloe…