When the massive chandelier fell, my husband ignored our daughter’s screams to protect his ex’s child. I shielded her with my own back. After the dust cleared, my daughter wiped my tears and whispered, “Mommy, let’s leave daddy behind.” When my husband finally turned to look at us…

awaiting execution.

“Elena.”

Dylan heard my footsteps. His head snapped up. When his bloodshot, sunken eyes landed on me, a manic, desperate light ignited within them. He looked like a drowning sailor spotting a lighthouse.

“You came,” he gasped, staggering to his feet and stumbling toward me. “I knew it. I knew you still cared. Elena, please, you have continue reading …