In Bed With Another Woman After Our Daughter's Funeral

Ethan Sinclair and I had been married for five years—and for those same five years, his beloved "first love" had also carried the title of Mrs. Sinclair in his heart.

I endured everything in silence for the sake of our daughter, Lily Sinclair. I swallowed every indignity, every cold shoulder, every night he never came home.

Until that day—when Lily, innocent and full of longing, called him "dad" in front of a crowd. The words seemed to burn through the illusion he clung to, and his first love was left in tears.