Betrayed for 4 Years No Second Chances

The night before Valentine's Day, I crossed two thousand miles to surprise my long-distance boyfriend, Miles Gilbert.

The moment I rang the doorbell, a stranger answered.

When she saw me, her face lit up with sudden understanding.

"Oh, you must be the cleaner Miles called! Come in, come in."

She stepped aside, waving me through. "I kept telling him I could tidy up myself, but he insisted. Said he didn't want me getting tired, so he had to hire someone."

The moment I stepped inside, the smell of home hit me—lived-in, intimate, unmistakably shared.