My husband of five years is considerate to other women. I'm divorced.

Born into the Kingston family, I had my pick of men, yet I ended up marrying Liam Hayes, a man who might as well have been mute.

The first year of our marriage, I was home alone one night, burning up with fever. I managed to send ten desperate voice messages to Liam on FaceTime, begging him to come home.

Not a single reply.

The second year, I was robbed on a foreign street, nearly having my throat slit. I called Liam, who was at a nearby conference, for help.

Twenty calls, all unanswered.