His First Love Moved In, So Did Mine

When my brother Ethan --- the one born with a congenital heart defect --- was beaten half to death by his enemies and left on my doorstep with a broken leg, something shifted inside me.

I suddenly found it in my heart to forgive my husband, Nathan.

Forgive him for bringing his sickly childhood sweetheart, Chloe, into our home.

After all, a devoted wife should always try to understand her husband's feelings.

With tears in my eyes, I helped Ethan into the guest room, cleaned his wounds myself, and applied the medicine with the kind of gentleness you'd use on something irreplaceable.