Husband and Secretary’s Baby Broke My Marriage,So I Took Everything

I was twenty-three when Antony Weiss knelt before me, ninety-nine roses cradled in his arms, and asked me to marry him.

That's when my phone rang. No caller ID.

"Patsy Cox, it's you—ten years from now. Whatever you do, don't marry Antony Weiss. He's going to cheat on you. He's going to break you. You'll end up divorced!"

My hand froze mid-reach, suspended over the bouquet. My mind went blank.

There was no way. Antony had nearly died saving me from that fire five years ago. He loved me more than life itself.