One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

too,” I said. “But we can’t go back, Dave. We can only move forward. Together.”

He nodded.

“I want to be better, Felicity. For you, for the kids. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

I believed he meant it.

That didn’t erase what had happened.

Trust wouldn’t magically rebuild itself overnight, and one apology couldn’t undo years of neglect.

But for the first continue reading …