Love Died the Day You Let Go

The day Leo Hayes was set to marry, I crashed the ceremony with a positive pregnancy test and a DNA report. I made him choose.

After a frozen moment, he did. He changed the bride on the spot, taking the ring from his fiancée's finger and sliding it onto mine.

He bent close, his breath a venomous whisper against my ear. "You scheming bitch!"

I didn't care. I'd married the man I loved.

I believed, in time, he'd love me back.

I never expected that after the wedding, Leo would never touch me again.

He treated our home like a hotel, spending his days and nights drifting through nightclubs.