When Love Turns Cold

He pursued me for seven years and doted on me endlessly. He was the perfect husband in everyone's eyes.

On our wedding anniversary, he knelt at my doorstep and begged me.

"Renée, I was drugged. Tara is carrying my child."

I smiled and forgave him, then turned around and signed the divorce papers.

Before leaving, I took one last look at our marital home.

He didn't know I had long ago overheard his whispered conversations with Tara.

"Renée? Just a dead fish in bed. You're so much hotter."