His Unseen Love, Her Blind Regret

For five years, I was the perfect husband to my wife, Jorja. I was the man who supposedly healed her broken heart after her first love, Cale, left her. Now Cale was back, and she insisted we all have dinner together.

Suddenly, a fight broke out at the next table. A man flung a bowl of steaming hot soup, and it flew directly towards us.

In that split second, I watched my wife lunge. Not towards me, but towards Cale, shielding him with her own body. The scalding liquid hit my arm and chest, the pain searing through me.

While I gasped in agony, Jorja fussed over a tiny splash on Cale's hand.