The Woman Who Loved a Heart

Five years ago, after my firefighter fiancé Michael died a hero, I married Ethan Vance, the man who received his heart.

My secret vow was to protect Michael' s heart, to keep a part of him alive, even if it meant living a lie.

Our fifth anniversary, I made his favorite lasagna, only to get a text with a photo: Ethan, my husband, intimately laughing with his ex-girlfriend, Chloe Carter, at an expensive rooftop bar.

Later that night, Ethan came home reeking of another woman' s cloying perfume, calling me a "martyr" and complaining I "always smell like antiseptic."